Şımarık ve itaatkar: Zengin bir diva spada alçakgönüllülüğü

She always got what she wanted flawless untouchable admired from afar But that night his calm voice and steady hands reached something she had kept buried under pride He saw her not as a prize but as a woman aching to be touched Each breath against her skin pulled her closer to the truth she never said aloud And when he whispered say it her body gave the answer her lips could not Hips tilted knees opened and her eyes met his not in defiance but in raw desire She begged without words with nothing left held back And in that moment wanting him made her stronger than ever