Desire and Vulnerability
The room is quiet, only the television hums. She lies on the plush carpet, her eyes closed. Her fingers clutch at her lips. She’s waiting. You approach slowly. She anticipates your touch. You lean closer, your hand hovering. Her breath quickens. She wants you to take charge. Her body trembles with anticipation. You press gently, and she moans. The moment is electric. She needs you to explore her every inch. Let her drown in your pleasure.
