In the dimly lit room Only the sound of rhythmic breathing remains
Outside the window, the night is deep and heavy So quiet it makes one lose focus Watching the exposed chest Reason rises and falls along with each breath Gradually being engulfed
Gently sliding off the panties, holding breath Letting it slowly sink into those pink, plump petals
「Mmm… won't be able to get up in the morning…」
In that case Perhaps not sleeping would be the better choice.