As the afterglow of their passionate encounter enveloped them, Chris lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, his gaze fixed on Lily. The soft light of the room cast a warm glow over her body, accentuating the curves that had been enhanced by plastic surgery. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking, and he couldn't help but admire the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.
Lily's long hair fanned out across the pillows, framing her face like a halo. Her big brown eyes, still sparkling with the remnants of pleasure, met his gaze, and a shy smile crept across her lips.
Lily nestled closer to Chris, her heart still racing from their passionate encounter. As she caught him admiring her body, a playful smirk danced across her lips. "You know, I saw you stealing glances at me just now," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're such a pervert."
