My smile is a silent challenge, a game you were always destined to lose. That moment your tongue traces my lip, and your gaze darkens with pure want… that’s when you know orgasm is inevitable.
In public, be the perfect gentleman. But in private, I want the dress torn, not removed. I want my lips bitten to silence my moans. I want the imprint of your hands on my hips, claiming me.Forget the script. Let every time be an improvisation where you lead, and I am your most willing obsession.