The Devil Camila Campos appeared in my dreams last night. She was seductive and alluring, with her dark eyes piercing into my soul. She beckoned me to follow her, leading me to a dimly lit room where a massage table awaited us. As I lay down, she began to oil up my body, her hands gliding sensually over my skin. She worked her magic, kneading knots out of my muscles and driving me wild with desire. Camila whispered naughty things in my ear as she unbound the bow that held my passion captive. Despite knowing she was the Devil, I couldn't resist her advances any longer. Just as we were about to consummate our forbidden passion, the alarm clock shrilled awake. Sweat-drenched and heart pumping, reality set back in with a shudder.
