Frida
I feel like I’m floating in air as Stanley kisses me all over my body. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine as his lips explore every inch of my skin.
I can’t believe it’s finally happening. This is a dream come true.
I moan softly as he moves down to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make me feel alive. His hands are everywhere, caressing my curves and making me feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
I want to see more of him. “I want you to take my clothes off,” I say in a hoarse whisper.
We clumsily try to take each other’s clothes off. Him pulling my top above my head while I fumble with the zippers in his pants.
Once we are both naked, our bodies pressed together, we lose ourselves in the moment. His hands roam over my skin, igniting a fire
