The sheerest whisper of fabric clings to me, teasing, tempting—almost there, yet leaving nothing to the imagination. Every slow, deliberate movement, every roll of my hips, is a promise of what it would feel like to be beneath me, to be consumed by my warmth, my control, my pleasure.
I ride my toy with the kind of rhythm that would leave you breathless, melting under my touch, completely at my mercy. Don’t just imagine it—watch me, feel me, surrender to me.
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