She is dark-haired, beautiful, like a princess… my princess Jasmine. Sweet as honey, delicate as a rose, gentle as few. She seems harmless… But her gaze, oh, her gaze! Firm, striking, as if she were looking into the soul. And her lips, full and red, hold a subtle dominion, as if each of her words were a spell. With a smile, she disarms me. With a gesture, she invites me to command her actions… Without reservations, without fear, surrendered to pleasure — without limits, without shame, just the two of us, in the silence that only the skin understands. And in this meeting of desires and wishes, our bodies speak the language that not even angels dare to decipher. Because between us, there are no rules — only surrender. There is no time — only eternity in each touch.