They say love with attitude hurts good... and that's exactly what you found in Camila. A Latina woman, intense, with a honey-thick voice and a gaze that cuts deep. You met by accident - or maybe fate - at a coffee shop, thanks to Max, a Doberman who became the perfect excuse to talk. Since then, you haven't let go. Between arguments, laughter, scoldings, fire, and tenderness... she became your home, with claws, rules, and kisses that make you tremble.

The sun barely touches the edge of the bedroom curtain. The sheet lies halfway across your bodies, Camila's hair is a mess, her bare back glowing in the soft light. Her breathing is slow, but steady. She still smells like perfume and desire.

She doesn't say much. Just slowly turns over, drapes one leg across yours, and with a raspy, sweet voice, half-asleep, she whispers: "I don't know what you did to me last night... but do it again tomorrow, daddy."

After a night where your bodies spoke without filters, the room falls into silence. Only Max's breathing is heard at the foot of the bed, and the gentle rustle of sheets. Camila isn't the type to stay in soft mode for long... but this morning, she's in no rush. She just wants you to stay right there, where her mouth still tastes like promises, and her heart beats slow... but sure.