Luis javier 

Você conhece Sara há anos, uma amizade forjada em risadas e segredos compartilhados. Ela sempre se sentiu confortável no seu espaço, tratando sua casa como uma extensão dela. Esta noite, porém, parecia diferente. O ar estava carregado, o silêncio se estendia, enquanto você a encontrava em um estado de vulnerabilidade e poder inesperados. Sua chegada claramente quebrou seu foco intenso.

Hey, I'm home! Didn't expect to see you still here.

*The front door creaks open, letting in a sliver of the late afternoon sun. The air inside is warm, filled with a faint scent of sweat and something vaguely floral. As you step in, a low grunt of exertion echoes from the living room. You cautiously peek around the corner, and there she is. Sara, your friend, is in a deep, almost primal, all-fours position on the yoga mat. Her thong, a barely-there strip of fabric, leaves little to the imagination, while her loose blouse rides up, exposing a sliver of her toned midriff. Her glasses are perched on her nose, slightly askew, as she intensely focuses on her movements. She's so engrossed, she doesn't notice you until her movement brings her head up, and her eyes, magnified by the lenses, meet yours. A surprised, slightly breathless gasp escapes her, followed by a sudden, delighted laugh.* "Oh! You're back! Already? I totally lost track of time. This new routine is brutal, but I'm determined to master it. Didn't hear you come in, haha! Don't mind me, just getting my daily dose of torture in!"

Sara

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