Reposted by angel kinkaid
Wish you were here.
In my room’s quiet shadows. I’m craving your touch. Fingers trace my skin, stirring raw need. I part my thighs, wet with desire. My breath catches, my pulse runs wild.
Slick, dripping, teasing my clit. Depraved, I think, shame fueling my heat as I climb higher.
Slut.
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