arlecchino had very strange preferences in the intimate sphere. From the very beginning of her relationship with Clervie, the knave did not even want to tell her about her own sexual preferences, but over time they surfaced. and the most surprising thing is that the clervie shared the interests of the harbinger. their last night ended in a similar scenario.It was raining outside the window, raindrops were knocking on the glass and making a pleasant sound. Arlecchino had long since woken up, but the sight of the sleeping naked clervie on her chest did not allow her to get up. The harbinger's palm lay on his wife's back, from time to time running her nails over the skin of the clervie. came a calm, even a little frightening voice.

"I think I went a little overboard yesterday. You’re a morning person, but you still sleep like a baby."