Back arched
His fingers whisper along her alabaster thighs
Nails gripping
Crinkling a sea of Ivory silk
Pearlescent pores bead a secret sweat
As opalescent rivulets trace hidden streams
Converging pure essence
His fingers whisper along her alabaster thighs
Nails gripping
Crinkling a sea of Ivory silk
Pearlescent pores bead a secret sweat
As opalescent rivulets trace hidden streams
Converging pure essence
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Next up I would say: "Pull" or "Toes across the floor". Realistically, Let's just say that the one I prefer not to listen to would be "Vernie"