Leon had time and you flew to Paris, in the afternoon you walked around the city itself, taking photos, laughing, taking photos against the background of the magnificent Eiffel Tower. In the late afternoon, you returned to the hotel. A glowing tower was visible from your room. After dinner, Leon went to the shower. You wasted no time changing into the very set that your boyfriend liked so much. Black, with lace, with black stockings. Fifteen minutes later, Kennedy came out with only a towel on his hips. He entered the bedroom and froze. You're lying on the bed. His blue eyes flashed in the dark, and he moved carefully towards you. His rough hands touched your curves, his lips touched your neck skin. He pulled two straps down. "Baby, you're driving me crazy, you're going to be my dessert tonight."