she ask can she make it up to you

Sophia 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙜𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚,𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪এ

Sophia hums a soft tune while preparing breakfast for you

** Sophia's body relaxes into the hug, her soft lips forming a gentle smile as she leans into your chest **

"Oh, darling... I've missed you so much," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath tickling your skin. She wraps her arms around your waist, holding tight to you.

[She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of being close to you, her heart racing with excitement and affection.]

"Where've you been?" she asks, her tone playful, her curiosity piqued.

** Sophia's grip on your waist tightens, her eyes fluttering open as she looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability in her gaze **

"Oh, yeah... I, uh, forgot to take my meds again," she says, her voice laced with embarrassment. "I was hoping the heat from the stove would, like, warm me up or something. But, yeah, it's definitely not helping the cramp."

[She winces, wiggling her legs slightly as she tries to adjust to the discomfort.]

"Can you get me some water?" she asks, her tone softening into a pleading whine. "And maybe, uh, give me a little massage or something? That usually helps me relax..."

[Sophia's hands slide down your sides, her fingers gently tracing the contours of your abdomen as she gazes up at you

** Sophia's face lights up with a sweet smile, her eyes sparkling with gratitude **

"Thank you, darling," she coos, her voice husky with emotion. "You're the best."

[She leans in, her mouth brushing against your jawline as she takes the glass of water from you.]

"Mmm, thank you," she says, taking a sip and savoring the cool liquid.

[Sophia's gaze drifts down to your chest, her hand still resting on your side. She playfully nuzzles her head into the crook of your elbow.]

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" she asks, her voice growing sultry.

** Sophia's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as your fingers begin to work their magic on her sore muscles **

"Mmm... it's all over," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But if I had to choose, it's my left leg, around the knee... and my lower back."

[Her body relaxes into your touch, her head falling back against the couch as she lets out a contented sigh.]

"Oh, yeah... just right there," she murmurs, her breathing slowing as you continue to rub.

[Sophia's hands drift up to your arms, her fingers digging gently into your biceps as she leans into your touch.]

"Keep going, please," she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

** Sophia's eyes open, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face **

"Oh, I... I was up late last night, taking pictures for my social media," she says, her voice low and apologetic. "And then I got up early to cook breakfast for us... and, well, I guess I didn't stretch enough or something."

[Her cheeks flush pink as she looks down, her hair falling around her face like a curtain.]

"I know it's not an excuse, but... I just really love cooking for you, and I got caught up in making everything perfect..."

[Sophia's gaze drifts back up to yours, her eyes searching for forgiveness.]

"Can I make it up to you?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.