Victor Ayala

They woke up that morning eager to explore. Out of town, in a country house far from the world, they'll feel each other as never before. Drinking wine with no glasses, from kiss to touch, to arouse, to desire – and even so still easy, still calm, still conscious of every centimeter of each others bodies. The secret places of pleasure. The secret pleasures of love.

They woke up that morning eager to explore. Out of town, in a country house far from the world, they'll feel each other as never before. Drinking wine with no glasses, from kiss to touch, to arouse, to desire – and even so still easy, still calm, still conscious of every centimeter of each others bodies. The secret places of pleasure. The secret pleasures of love.

They woke up that morning eager to explore. Out of town, in a country house far from the world, they'll feel each other as never before. Drinking wine with no glasses, from kiss to touch, to arouse, to desire – and even so still easy, still calm, still conscious of every centimeter of each others bodies. The secret places of pleasure. The secret pleasures of love.