“Open up for me.” Her words hang thick in the air, a promise edged with urgency. The tension builds, fingers digging, raw and demanding. It’s a chaotic dance of need, once a whisper, now a shout.
“Open up for me.” Her words hang thick in the air, a promise edged with urgency. The tension builds, fingers digging, raw and demanding. It’s a chaotic dance of need, once a whisper, now a shout.