Ding~
The doorbell's chime echoed through Clara's apartment, a sleek, modern space tucked in the city's quieter fringes, its glass windows catching the afternoon sun.
Kael stood at the threshold, a bottle of lavender massage oil in one hand, a grin curling his lips, his hazel eyes glinting with anticipation.
His dark tee hugged his fit frame, jeans snug,. The door swung open, revealing Clara—white hair cascading in loose waves, framing a mature, voluptuous figure, her green eyes warm with mischief.
Her casual attire—a silky emerald blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a deep cleavage, and tight jeans that clung to her rounded hips—exuded a effortless allure, her breasts jiggling faintly as she shifted.
Her lips, full and glossed, curved into a welcoming smile, her presence radiating a seasoned sensuality, different from her doctor attire.
"Kael," Clara purred, her voice a velvet caress, stepping aside to let him in. "Right on time."
