Feb 5
You lean back against the soft pillows of the king-sized bed, the silk sheets cool against your flushed skin. The room is bathed in the warm glow of scattered candles, their flames dancing and casting playful shadows that flicker across the walls. Your breath quickens as my voice dips lower, wrapping around you like a velvet command, pulling you into the scene I've painted just for us. I sit close, my eyes locked on yours, watching every subtle shift in your expression, every hitch in your breathing that betrays how deeply you're already surrendering. https://nyack.top/b2fe1d
