What I experience with Franceska isn't just desire, it's not just pleasure... it's a spell. She bewitched me with her gaze, her voice, her surrender. It's like she's my shaman, guiding every part of me effortlessly. Our connection isn't something that time can erase. It's something that's been engraved, marked. Even when I try to resist, she remains within me, pulsing. Franceska isn't just a woman, she's mysterious. She's strength and sweetness at the same time. And no matter how much I try to explain... the truth is, she dominates me without needing to be commanded. I don't know if it was a spell or destiny. I only know that after her, nothing tastes the same.