I might look innocent with my gentle smile and soft brown eyes, but behind closed doors I’m all yours — wild, sweet, hungry for your touch. I love the way you shiver when I whisper how bad I want you. I’ll tease you slow, my lips gliding over your neck, my fingers tracing fire on your skin. I want you to take your time with me — taste every inch, feel my heartbeat racing under your hands. When I moan your name, you’ll know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than wrapped up in your arms, again and again.
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