It was the night after she returned from university; Júlia took a delightful bath, then put on a nightgown, forgo panties, and lay down on the bed, picking up one of the books Heitor had given her. The cover was innocent, featuring a couple holding hands, adorned with various flowers and hearts, but the cover didn't quite match the content, and within the first ten pages, a steamy moment appeared.
“Wow, it starts strong,” she said, then continued to read that detailed moment. The writing was so intense and full of descriptions that, in moments, she became aroused, squeezing her thighs tightly. It was then that the door opened and Heitor walked in, startling her. She closed the book, her heart racing, and she could only remember the day her ex had assaulted her for reading a book of that k
