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The TV screen was still on, although I turned the volume down to almost nothing. In the center of the bed, I lay half-naked. The shorts I'm wearing are halfway down, and my right hand is busy playing a silent rhythm that only my body can understand. The movie on the screen was running slowly, scene after scene teasing the nerves, burning slowly the imagination. The female voice on TV sighs in a foreign language, but her body speaks in a universal language that needs no translation.
Just as I was on the edge of suspense, the click-sound of the doorknob turned softly. The room lights weren't completely extinguished, and from behind the slightly opened door, Rina's figure appeared. I froze. Reflexively, I pulled up the blanket, but not fast enough to hide it completely.
"Uh... sorry, Mas Andre. I thought you were asleep," she said. Her voice was low, but unhurried. Her eyes looked straight at me. Not surprised. Not embarrassed either.
I swallowed. "Yes, ma'am... I was going to sleep. But... uh, yes... I was playing the CD." I pointed at the screen casually.
She smiled. "I forgot to tell you. That drawer is full of CDs... some of them belonged to my ex-husband." She entered quietly, closing the door behind her. "I'm just going to get some sleepwear. My closet is a mess."
I nodded, speechless. My eyes followed her as she walked to the closet on the right side of the bed. Her steps were slow, but not hesitant. The blue negligee she wore clung to her body even more because of the humid night air. As she squats to open the drawer, the back of her negligee lifts up slightly-enough to reveal the faint lines of white thighs that make my throat dry.
Rina lifted her hand, touched my cheek briefly, then down to my chin. Her fingers were cold, but they made my blood boil. "You're a good man, aren't you?" she said softly. "But even good men... can be thirsty too."
Rina walked out of Andre's room, leaving his breath still in the air. The door closed slowly, but her mind was still wide open. Andre remained silent on the bed. His hands were still shaking, not from fear, but because his body refused to calm down. He stared at the television, which was now showing a slow-moving nude body, and unconsciously, his hand crept back down his stomach. The touch wasn't just physical. This time there was an image of Rina in it. There was her face, her voice, her scent.
But something made him rise. She was thirsty... not for water, but for answers. Answers to the faint sighs coming from the hallway. Voices not from a movie, but real. She slowly opened the door, just to be sure. Her steps were cautious. The air outside the room was much warmer-or maybe it was just her own body heating up.
The living room was filled with dim light from the chandelier. But that's not what caught Andre's eye. In the center of the sofa, Rina - her negligee gone - sat with her legs bent, completely naked. Next to her, a tall man-Arya, I don't know who he was-was kissing Rina's neck while his hands squeezed her breasts. On the other side, a young woman-Nova, petite and sensual-was kneeling between Rina's thighs, licking with rhythmic and intense movements.
Andre froze in the doorway. His eyes widened. His breath caught. But his body... stiffened again.
"What am I seeing...?" his mind screamed, but his lips were mute.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but his hand was already gently rubbing his cock under his pants. Her movements were slow, almost as if she was afraid of herself. But when Rina's sighs grew higher, and Nova's body writhed between Rina's thighs like a hungry animal, Andre couldn't take it anymore. His hand slipped into his pants. He lowered his pants slowly. He forgot about the door. He forgot about the world.
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