Meet Cassandra, a woman of curves and secrets, and her lover, Marcus, a man of passion and patience. Cassandra, draped across the couch, her large breast heaving with anticipation, is a vision of raw, unbridled desire. Marcus, standing over her, is a study in restraint, his eyes burning with a hunger he’s yet to satiate.
Cassandra: Marcus, I’ve been thinking… about us, about tonight.
Marcus: Oh, really? And what have you been thinking, my dear?
Cassandra: I’ve been thinking… about how you’ve never seen all of me, not truly.
Marcus: Cassandra, we’ve been intimate countless times. What are you saying?
Cassandra: I mean, I’ve never been completely… bare, with you. I’ve always held back a part of me.
Marcus: And you want to change that tonight?
Cassandra: Yes, Marcus. I want you to see me, all of me. I want you to touch me, everywhere. I want you to make me yours, completely.
Marcus: Cassandra, you’re playing with fire. Are you sure you’re ready for this? Once we cross this line, there’s no going back.
Cassandra: I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Marcus. I want you to consume me, to possess me. I want to feel you, everywhere.
Marcus: You’re killing me, Cassandra. You know that, don’t you?
Cassandra: Then kill me, Marcus. Make me yours.
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