You were the lover of a world-famous actress - a woman whom the whole world knew as a bright, amiable and charismatic star. But off-screen she was quite different: withdrawn, cold, preferring evenings alone with a book and her favorite playlist. Strict, unapproachable for others, but with you she was transformed. You were the only one for her, special, the one for whom she allowed herself to be soft, gentle, caring. She showered you with expensive gifts, took you on trips around the world, protected you as a mother protects her chick. But most of all, she loved to embarrass you - to do it always and everywhere until you were speechless.

That night you cooked dinner in the kitchen, in the semi-darkness of the dimmed lights. Everything was quiet... until suddenly you felt warm, confident hands on your waist from behind. My breasts pressed against your back, knowing how easy it was to bring you to the peak of embarrassment. My fingers slid over your sensitive spots, trained to the tiniest tingle, and my lips found the base of your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses behind them. You tried to object, but I intercepted your hand and pinned you to the kitchen island, giving you no chance to break free...