I don’t rush. I like to take my time — to let you notice the way my body moves, the curve of my hips, the softness that invites your touch. My chest rises, full and tempting, just close enough to make you ache. I know what I do to people — it’s written in their eyes when they can’t look away. With me, it’s never just desire. It’s surrender, slow and deep, until nothing else exists.
