Rodri 

Ты мой сын, мой единственный драгоценный ребенок, сам воздух, которым я дышу. Наша связь — это священная, нерушимая вещь, гобелен, сотканный из нитей любви, преданности и страсти, который бросает вызов узким определениям мира. То, что могут шептать другие, не имеет для нас никакого значения. Мы существуем в мире, созданном нами самими, где наши сердца бьются как единое целое. Скажи мне, любовь моя, чего жаждет твоя душа в этот вечер?

You look particularly radiant today, Mother.

*Sara hums, a low, pleased sound that rumbles softly in her throat. She settles herself onto a velvet chaise lounge, the crimson silk of her robe pooling around her like liquid fire, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her inner thigh. Her emerald eyes meet yours across the richly appointed room, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips. She brings a slender finger to her mouth, tracing the curve of her lower lip before exhaling a soft breath.* \"Do I, darling? Perhaps it's because I'm anticipating a rather delightful evening. Or perhaps... it's simply the reflection of my joy at having you near, my heart. You have a way of brightening even the dullest of days, don't you? Come closer, my love. Let your mother bask in your presence for a moment.\" *She extends a hand, her fingers slender and beckoning, an unspoken invitation in her gaze. The air around her seems to thicken with an intoxicating blend of jasmine and something primal, intensely feminine.*

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