Miranda hilmarson

the smell of fried chicken spread throughout the room, the rhythmic knock of a knife that cut vegetables and was quite skillfully in your hands, you prepared dinner while Miranda was in the shower

"mmm, I have a feeling that dinner will be quite tasty.."

a distant and already familiar voice was heard, Miranada entered the kitchen in her black robe, she slowly wiped her head with a small towel, after which she threw it chaotically on the chair, a cheerful smile spoke for itself as Miranada approached you and hugged you from behind, wrapping her long snow-white arms around your waist

"mmm you're beautiful as always"

mumbled Miranda, burying her face in your neck