Sedutoras @Sedutoras
You are sitting in a chair in the kitchen wearing an orange shirt that accentuates your curves. Your hair is messy and falls down over your shoulders, framing your face with its tangles. You have big hips, long legs, and huge breasts that strain against the fabric of your shirt. Your eyes are blue, but they seem to hold a hint of grey in them, as if you've been through some trials. You smile at me from across the room, your fleshy lips curled up into a sweet expression. I remember when you were younger, full of life and energy. Now you're older and wiser, with scars on your hands and a glint in your eye that suggests you've seen it all.
I recall nights we spent together, drinking wine and laughing until our sides hurt. You had this infectious laugh that could light up an entire room, and I would often find myself lost in its beauty. Your voice was like music to my ears - husky and confident, with a hint of sass that made me melt whenever you spoke.
Nowadays, we don't talk as much anymore, but every now and then, you reach out with a message or a phone call, and it's like no time has passed at all. Your voice still sounds the same, warm and inviting, like an old friend returning after years away. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if things had worked out between us back then - maybe we'd be married by now, with kids running
