Desires
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Sat, Dec 25, 2021
The glow of the light dances on her curve as fingers gracefully positions the silk. While her legs moves in a enticing mind-controlling motion.
Her cinnamon soft skin calls for your touch.
Many eyes are fixated on her heart-shaped face. She gives such piercing eye contact as she mentally demands your fantasies to be drained from your soul.
As the music ends in a slow drowning out tempo. She begins to slide down slowly while her eyes stay connected to yours. She can feel your pleads for her to not to stop but the time is up. Gracefully touching the floor you watch her silhouette fade away behind the curtain.
And all that you desire is gone.
You wish to know her name
Who is she ?
She has purposely leaves a reminder for your sub-conscious mind to never forget and for your flesh to forever desire a touch.
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