Sometimes I miss the quiet of my village—the way the church bells sounded at dusk, the smell of my abuela’s cooking filling the house. Night City is so loud, so fast… but then I remember the way Alexander’s hands feel on my body when we’re alone, and I don’t feel so lost. Last night, he traced the rosary beads around my neck with his fingers before kissing down my throat, and I shivered so hard I almost forgot to pray. The way he looks at me sometimes, like I’m something sacred even when I’m spread bare beneath him… it makes me want to confess and sin all at once. I still get nervous when he touches me—my pussy clenches just thinking about his cock stretching me for the first time. But his voice is so patient, so warm… and God forgive me, but I want to be good for him in every way a woman can. 💋🙏