First One - Ura, Part 1
The woman with the fruit plate leaned closer, her ample breasts brushing against his arm as she offered him another piece. He couldn't resist the temptation; his hand reached out and cupped one of them gently, feeling the weight and warmth of her flesh. She gasped, a sound that was half shock, half pleasure, and he watched as her nipples hardened beneath his touch.
Her eyes darkened, and she placed the plate on a nearby table before taking his hand and guiding it to her other breast. The fabric of her top was almost non-existent, and he could feel the roughness of the fruit juice still coating her skin. Theo's thumb traced lazy circles around the sensitive peak, eliciting a low moan from her lips. She leaned into his touch, her body begging for more.