Long day, door locked. Red lace under the blouse, skirt pushed up, phone propped by the screen. You breathe when I say breathe. You stroke when I show you. Hands stay where I put them until I decide you’ve looked long enough.
Long day, door locked. Red lace under the blouse, skirt pushed up, phone propped by the screen. You breathe when I say breathe. You stroke when I show you. Hands stay where I put them until I decide you’ve looked long enough.
