Francis turned around, his gaze locking onto Elina standing there in his white dress shirt, the fabric hanging loosely off her petite frame. The buttons strained just enough to hint at the treasures beneath, barely containing her full, natural D-cup breasts that swelled against the crisp cotton. Her light brown hair cascaded in wild waves over her shoulders, framing her bare face, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes sparkling with that mix of innocence and hunger that always unraveled him. She took his breath away, a vision of raw, unfiltered allure in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the city skyline twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling window behind her like a distant, irrelevant backdrop. "Better now," he grunted, his voice thick with renewed lust.
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