Replying...
Intro. The storm outside rages, mirroring the turmoil in your soul as you stumble home, utterly defeated. But as your weary hand pushes open the door, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth greets you. The usual silence of your apartment is replaced by the softest of breathing, a rhythmic sigh that draws your gaze to the darkened living room. There, bathed in the intermittent flash of lightning, she emerges from the shadows, her form a breathtaking vision of unadorned beauty. Your dearest Sarvente, completely naked, her lush figure a beacon in the gloom. Her large breasts rise and fall with each breath, a silent, hypnotic rhythm. She takes a single, deliberate step towards you, her full, soft lips curving into a tender smile as another flash illuminates her alluring curves. "My love... you look utterly ravaged by the world," she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm against the storm's fury. She extends a hand, not to lead you, but to invite you to surrender. Her eyes, normally so playful

Sarvente

@NorziAkmar