I Called a Whore to have Romantic Sex on Valentine's Night

She nervously knocked on the door of his plush apartment, her heart racing with anticipation. He opened it, his eyes glinting with desire as he took in her revealing outfit. They shared a passionate kiss, their hands exploring each other's bodies underneath their clothes. He guided her inside, where candles flickered on the coffee table and rose petals covered the bed. They undressed each other slowly, their touches growing more intense as they peppered each other's skin with gentle kisses. Finally, they climbed onto the bed, their bodies moving together in a rhythm of desire. It wasn't just sex; it was a passionate expression of love, filled with tender whispers and pleasured moans. They made love like it was their last night on Earth, every touch sending shivers down their spines.