Long-awaited release

Having completely freed the girl, Edward looked at her appraisingly. Annabelle, shrouded in an atmosphere of mystery and attraction, as if painted by a portrait painter of great queens, remained motionless on her throne - the chair of "back prayer". Her every movement was like a smooth tango, bewitching and alluring, like stars in the night sky. Annabelle perched imperiously in her chair, like the epitome of the most seductive queen of the Amazons. Her graceful pose was reminiscent of an epic scene from the movie masterpiece Basic Instinct. Her long hair fell over her shoulders like silk veils holding back the secrets of her soul. His eyes, burning like lightning in the night, filled Edward's heart with excitement and awe, like a breeze blowing leaves through an autumn park. Annabelle was cold and hot at the same time, like the first drops of rain on hot rocks. Annabelle knew that she could captivate a man with her charms, and with pleasure she played with his feelings, like a melody on her violin. Edward's gaze was riveted on her naked beauty, and she, noticing his reaction, skillfully used her charms. Edward couldn't take his eyes off her amazing form, and she gladly used her enchanting powers to mesmerize him. The girl skillfully played with her charms, as if a she-devil beckoning him into her soul-capturing trap. Edward stood in front of her, fascinated and at the same time possessed by a strange sensation, as if he was immersed in the world of art, where reality and fantasy were intertwined, and he could not separate one from the other. Her every movement, every word, was like a brush that covered his soul with bright colors of passion. He was a prisoner of this mystery, and his heart beat in unison with its rhythmic dance.
But the deeper Edward plunged into this world of female beauty, sexuality and passion, the more Stendhal's syndrome covered him. His senses were overflowing, and he could not cope with the flow of emotions that intertwined inside him into a mess.
Edward understood that he must always keep his new girlfriend under his strict control or he will forever remain a prisoner of this beautiful woman - Annabelle, who sat imperiously in her chair, continuing to fascinate and beckon, like the most secret mystery of art.
Breaking the deadlock and streamlining his thoughts, Edward turned to his sexual ward - "Honey, rule # 1."
"I'm sorry, dear," Annabelle said gracefully as the girl folded her arms behind her back, "I forgot the first rule." - answered the girl, captivatingly looking into Edward's eyes.