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To feel the friction of the silk against her skin, of the slow play of laces that hide more than they show. He is aroused by the gaze that stops, that curious eye that becomes a silent lover. Every curve of hers is a shared secret, a language without words that ignites fantasies.

Fantasy: I enjoy imagining endless nights, where the skin speaks without words and every sigh becomes a promise. It fantasizes with the slow fire of the bodies, with the tension that grows in the penumbra, where the forbidden becomes eternal and the unfinish.