Lost in the Moment
The velvet cushions invite your touch. She’s completely relaxed, her eyes locked on yours. She’s sticking her tongue out, a blatant invitation. You feel the heat rising, the urge to possess her. Let’s see where this takes us.
Velvet Touch
The velvet cushions invite your touch. She’s completely relaxed, her eyes locked on yours. She’s sticking her tongue out, a blatant invitation. You feel the heat rising, the urge to possess her. Let’s see where this takes us.
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