Sometimes I imagine how late at night, only a soft warm light is burning in the room, and the air seems to tremble with tension. You come closer, and it all starts with a slow touch — the kind that gives you goosebumps 🫢 We seem to be taking our time, but each gesture becomes more intimate than the last, as if the body itself decides what it needs. And in this fantasy, there are no words, no rules — only desire 😜