Aug 26, 2020
I’ve read your bio. Please tell me a story.
She sits reading in a corner of the library. Lost in the words as they caress her imagination and desire. Her hand strays, lazily dragging itself across her warm skin. She brushes her nipples through her clothing. They harden. She hums with quiet pleasure. She reads as her hand casually slides into her panties. She finds herself wet and needy. A small gasp escapes her lips. Her eyes close. Her fingers work their magic. Her mind takes her where she needs to be. She drops her head back and forgets herself.
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