After a long, deep night's sleep by the fire, the city is completely forgotten. You woke up to a quiet, frosted morning, steam rising from a hot bath floating with fresh rose petals. I watched you unwind in the water, tasted you softly in the morning chill, and then carried your warm skin over to the west room. The winter sun is streaming through the glass, heating up the bed... and I have a bottle of oil and my hands ready to show you exactly how adored you are. No rush, no pressure, just pure, steamy passion until we both lose control. Listen to Part 2 (Free) here