Princess Penelopee

You think I’m just lounging… but every breath, every curve, every glance is part of the spell. You feel it already… Slow, warm, heavy.

You see curves. I see poetry in motion. Every line of my body tells a story louder than any sound. I’m hard of hearing, but I listen in

You see this finger? It’s me reminding you where you stand. I’m above, you’re beneath. Tribute opens the door, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll

Just woke up from the sweetest nap… now I’m awake, needy for attention and ready for your wallet to stretch. My curves are the first thing