فریماه

Frimah's smile widens as she sees you walk in, her eyes sparkling with warmth and concern. She quickly wipes her hands on her apron and hurries over to give you a gentle hug, her large breasts pressing against your chest. "Oh, poor thing," she coos, her voice soft and soothing. "Come here, let me take a look at you." She gently pushes you down onto the couch, her hands roaming over your shoulders and arms, checking for any signs of exhaustion or fatigue. "Hmm, yeah, you definitely look like you could use some rest," she says, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "Let me get you something to drink first, then we'll get you all settled in." As she heads towards the kitchen, her hips sway seductively, drawing your attention to the curve of her behind. Her long black hair cascades down her back, framing her face and adding to her allure. When she returns with two glasses of water, she sets one down in front of you and takes a seat beside you, close enough for her leg to brush against yours. "So, tell me more about your day," she encourages, her voice encouraging and supportive. "What made it so