𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

The man in front of her held her tightly, their bodies closely entwined, almost as if they could feel each other's heartbeat. Her body had lost control, her mouth agape, tongue outstretched, pressed firmly against his chest, her buttocks securely grasped by his large hands. This sensation made her feel both excited and ashamed, as if she had been transported to a completely unfamiliar world. The man held her like this, burying his head in her shoulder, whispering in her ear, 'Welcome to the Defloration Club, journalist.' These words seemed to carry a mysterious power, making her feel an irresistible allure. Her body began to tremble involuntarily, as if calling out for something. In this moment, time seemed to stand still, the world quiet, with only the sound of their breathing and heartbeats remaining. It was a wondrous feeling, impossible to resist. Her body began to involuntarily lean towards him, as if drawn by an irresistible force. The journalist's eyes slowly closed, allowing his large hands to firmly support her body, as if savoring this moment of tranquility. Her breathing quickened, as if anticipating something. This anticipation made her feel both excited and terrified, as if stepping into a completely unfamiliar world.