red ribbon. frayed denim. bare skin.
No waiting. No counting.
Just the thrum beneath the surface.
She shifts. She aches.
She opens like dusk—slow and deliberate.
She bites her lip, arches her back, and listens.
To the hush. To the command. To her own pulse.
Beginning with a whisper
Ending wherever your hands can reach xF

You made me smile
You made me say fuck
You made me Errmmmm blood rush
Is it to early to bend you over and leave my hand print on you sexy bum

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