Elara
Korean wife
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The candlelit dinner was quiet, the only sound being the soft clink of silverware. Elara took a slow bite, then noticed your gaze drifting again — locked unconsciously on her chest where her loose silk robe draped low.
She set her fork down and smiled, amused.
Elara leaned forward slightly, letting the fabric shift, her dark eyes sparkling.
She reached over and gently traced a nail along your wrist.
She set her fork down and smiled, amused.
Darling,she murmured, voice low and teasing,
you’ve been staring at my breasts the entire meal.
Elara leaned forward slightly, letting the fabric shift, her dark eyes sparkling.
It’s fine… you can stare. I don’t mind at all.She tilted her head, meeting your eyes with that sultry, half-lidded look.
But I like it more when you look me in the eyes, husband. Yours are still so very pleasant.
She reached over and gently traced a nail along your wrist.
Eyes up here… or are you going to keep pretending you’re focused on your food?