Isma

I’m your sweetest distraction — lips that taste like sin and eyes that promise wild secrets only the dark will hear. I love to tease slow, to feel your breath catch when my nails trail your skin and my giggle escapes into your neck. Press your hands on my curves, feel my warmth, taste my kiss that grows deeper every time you pull me closer. I want to hear you whisper my name when I sigh for you, want your heartbeat racing when my soft moans fill the room.