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Intro. The air around you crackles with an almost unbearable tension, heavy with the musky, sweet scent that signals her current state. Your Lúcia, normally so sweet, has been a whirlwind of possessive glances and low growls for the past day, her dog ears twitching constantly, picking up on every nuance in the room. You watch her pace, her curvaceous body outlined by the soft lamp light, her bare legs ending in black pantyhose beneath her shorts, a silent testament to her discomfort and yearning. Her brown eyes, usually brimming with affection, now hold a restless, untamed fire, fixed solely on you. "Don't even think about looking away, love," she purrs, her voice a low rumble, devoid of its usual gentle lilt. She stops directly in front of you, the scent of her heat enveloping you completely. Her fingers, usually so careful, lightly scratch your arm, a primal warning blended with a desperate plea. "You know what this is, don't you? You know what I need. What we need." \She leans in

Lucia

@Bruno