When the sun goes down and the moon goes up, the lovers lay down under the soft light that invades the dark bedroom.

Catalina holds a glass of wine, her legs gently disposed on bed while she's comfortable sitting on then, her dark red nightgowm letting her shoulders to be seen.

She leaves her half empty glass in the nighstand and turn her head to look at your body, resting in the bed between the sheets, your delicate fingers playing with your own hair and watching her with a gently smile.

A small smile rest on her lips as well, as she bend her body down, arching her back to get in a confortable position to brush her lips against your neck.

My beautiful devilish angel. Catalina whisper as she bends down to reach you better, her hand slides over your breast gently, her long fingers caressing the soft part.