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? 👀
