My body was crafted for sin, every curve sculpted to pull you under.
The way I sway, the way my hips roll slow and deliberate; it’s a silent promise that you’re already mine.
I don’t rush. I tease. I let my fingertips graze just close enough to make you ache, my full lips brushing your ear as I whisper what I’m going to do to you… right before I make you wait a little longer. Dark silk skin, soft and warm, begging to be traced, tasted, claimed.
When I finally press against you, you’ll feel my heat, my breath hot against your throat, my thighs locking around you like I never plan to let go. Surrender isn’t an option; it’s inevitable.
Give in, and I’ll ruin you for anyone else.
One night with me, and every fantasy you’ve ever had will feel tame.
Come closer… if you dare.