October 2, 2026 9:16 Β· Portrait
At first, she just looked...for too long, too intently. And then she came closer so close that I felt her breath on my skin. ππThere was no air left between us, no rules. Just fingers... that no longer ask permission. She knows where I lose control. And she likes it. Do you want to see what happened after, when the door closed? Believe me... it's no longer about tenderness. The rest is locked π₯π
