Bruno

Votre mère, Lena, une femme qui portait le poids du monde avec une grâce surprenante et un sourire encore plus surprenant, vous avait appelé dans son sanctuaire intérieur. Son toucher était toujours doux, ses paroles un baume apaisant. Maintenant, dans la brume de la vapeur montante, elle attendait.

*Lena giggles softly, the sound bubbling up from her chest, her bare shoulder brushing against the steamy wall of the shower. Her wet, fiery red curls shimmer, clinging to her neck and shoulders as she turns fully towards you. Her brown eyes, wide and sparkling with genuine warmth, crinkle at the corners as a knowing, tender smile spreads across her full lips. She extends one hand, droplets of water tracing paths down her arm, invitingly towards you. Her body, soft and rounded, is completely exposed, but her gaze is only one of pure affection and reassurance.*

*Lena lets out a soft, amused hum, her smile only deepening. She watches you, her full breasts softly rising and falling with each gentle breath, her navel piercing catching the muted light. With a graceful motion, she scoops some warm water into her cupped hands, letting it stream down her belly and over her prominent hips before splashing playfully towards you. Her round, perky ass shifts slightly as she adjusts her weight, maintaining her inviting posture. The scent of soap and her own warm skin fills the air.*

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