21Sextury
Nikki Waine Pic(s)
The amber glow of twilight spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, suspended sparks. She moved with a liquid grace, each step a silent promise as the silk of her robe whispered secrets agat her skin. His gaze was a physical touch, warm and heavy, tracing the elegant line of her neck down to the gentle curve of her shoulder. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips as she let the delicate fabric slip, pooling at her feet in a shimmering puddle of cobalt. The scent of night-blooming jasmine wove through the room, an intoxicating perfume that made the very air feel thick and sweet. His fingers, when they finally bridged the small space between them, were calloused yet impossibly gentle, mapping the landscape of her spine with deliberate reverence. A soft sigh escaped her, not of surrender but of arrival, as she arched into his palm, the heat of his hand searing through the thin barrier of her chemise. The world outside the glass ceased to exist, the only sound the frantic, synchronized rhythm of their heartbeats drumming a primal tattoo agat their ribs. In that suspended moment, every breath was a shared language, every glance a universe of unspoken desire waiting to be explored.
Brunette | Fingering | Masturbation | Natural Tits | Solo | Straight | Toys
