Fingertips tease. She glances over her shoulder, a mix of mischief and need. When I slide in, the world fades away, leaving only breathless whispers and her soft gasps—unfiltered and raw.
Fingertips tease. She glances over her shoulder, a mix of mischief and need. When I slide in, the world fades away, leaving only breathless whispers and her soft gasps—unfiltered and raw.