Dm me for more.
Her name was Elodie, a seductive chiaroscuro of youth and carnal wisdom, her tender age of twenty years merely a veil concealing a passion as ancient as the forbidden stars above. She knelt before me with an air of deliberate sensuality, her slight body arrayed in the gossamer embrace of an '&' Other Stories negligee. Elodie's perfect, perky breasts rose and fell with each quickened breath, their peaks a flush of rose against her pale, freckled skin. A stray wisp of hair escaped the artful confines of her messy bun, framing the smattering of freckles that danced beneath the playful flick of her artfully applied eyeliner. In the soft, atmospheric light, Elodie's eyes gleamed with lewd and lascivious intent, a hint of impish desire betraying the apparent innocence painted upon full, flush lips. Yet it was the quiver of urgency, the fevered need that shivered beneath the surface, which drew me to her without recourse, compelling me to disregard all consequence, to strip away artifice and clothing alike and to succumb to the potent, primordial yearning of our bodies colliding with a violence as urgent as the sea's embrace of the shore.
Her name was Elodie, a seductive chiaroscuro of youth and carnal wisdom, her tender age of twenty years merely a veil concealing a passion as ancient as the forbidden stars above. She knelt before me with an air of deliberate sensuality, her slight body arrayed in the gossamer embrace of an '&' Other Stories negligee. Elodie's perfect, perky breasts rose and fell with each quickened breath, their peaks a flush of rose against her pale, freckled skin. A stray wisp of hair escaped the artful confines of her messy bun, framing the smattering of freckles that danced beneath the playful flick of her artfully applied eyeliner. In the soft, atmospheric light, Elodie's eyes gleamed with lewd and lascivious intent, a hint of impish desire betraying the apparent innocence painted upon full, flush lips. Yet it was the quiver of urgency, the fevered need that shivered beneath the surface, which drew me to her without recourse, compelling me to disregard all consequence, to strip away artifice and clothing alike and to succumb to the potent, primordial yearning of our bodies colliding with a violence as urgent as the sea's embrace of the shore.
