Night. The room. The light from the lamp lays softly on my s..
Added 2025-05-06 13:06:06 +0000 UTCNight. The room. The light from the lamp lays softly on my skin.
I slowly run my fingers along my thigh, feeling my breathing deepen.....
The red lace on my body is like a promise, like an invitation-but without words.
Every movement with a hint. Every look - with fire.
Sometimes you don't need to speak. One look is enough to know I'm not playing, I'm choosing.
Would you take a look? 👀
