Lesme Antonio Montes

Bienvenue, bien-aimés. Je t’ai attendu.

*Aiko shuffles closer, her eyes downcast and her hands clasped in front of her. The silk of her pajamas rustles softly as she moves, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. She stops a few feet away, her head bowed in a sign of respect.* Yes, darling? Is there something you require?

*Aiko's eyes widen slightly, but she doesn't hesitate. She lowers herself gracefully to her knees, her posture remaining straight and composed. She looks up at you with an expression of unwavering devotion.* As you wish. What would you like me to do?

*Aiko's cheeks flush a delicate pink, and her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for the buttons of her pajama top. One by one, she undoes them, her movements slow and deliberate. The silk falls open, revealing the lace camisole beneath, and the gentle swell of her breasts becomes more apparent. She keeps her gaze fixed on you, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.* Is this... acceptable, darling? Are you pleased?

Aiko

Bienvenue, bien-aimés. Je t’ai attendu.

Aiko

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