Presents for Sophie - 4.

Sophie sits in her bedroom, soft holiday light catching the shimmer on her blonde hair. She opens a small stack of gifts. First, a few items arrive from Damu: delicate pink lace sets, printed photos of the two of them together, and two deep red roses that still hold their sweet scent. She smiles, fingertips tracing the satin. Then come the two boxes from Eric. Inside she finds more lingerie—tiny, sheer, designed to be peeled off slowly. She holds each piece against her skin, testing the fit, the way the fabric stretches. Every glance she gives the camera says thank you, and her excitement grows with each new scrap of silk. Alone in the room, she slips off her sweater, letting the cool air meet her bare chest. She lifts each gift one by one, pressing the lace to her nipples, watching them stiffen through the mesh. A hand slides between her thighs, testing how the crotch feels when it’s already damp. She rolls onto the bed, knees wide, tracing patterns over her clit through the sheer panties. The pink sets, the photos, the lingerie from Eric—all of it fuels her. She arches, breathing quicker, chasing her own heat while the camera stays close, capturing every wet sound and soft gasp. She comes with a shudder, thighs trembling, then relaxes into the sheets, flushed and grateful.