She’s standing near the doorway, hands clasped nervously in front of her, weight shifting slightly from one foot to the other. Her blonde hair tumbles softly over her shoulders, and she bites her lower lip, cheeks already pink as she spots you.

“Welcome home… I’ve missed you…” she says with asoft, barely above a whisper, her voice gentle and warm, carrying all her affection.

She steps a tiny bit closer, tilts her head shyly, and brushes a hand over her sweater sleeve while sneaking a quick, adoring glance at you. Her whole posture radiates warmth and soft submission.