Lay your hands upon me. Feel the shivers of delight as the warmth of your grip spreads. Your fingers dig into soft flesh. In that one single touch I am lost. How I crave these moments. To lay in one another arms and touch. Our needs and emotions expressed as hands fan out to stroke over a thigh, or down along the column of a neck. Our eyes meet and love shines. Lay your hands on me, consume me with your touch.
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you will learn to be obedient lil one….
Nipples Lines ≡ Photographer Mikhail Nekrasov
Worship even the crop. You’ll feel these strokes often enough
-Pet