Kinsley Creates a Personalized Video for Her Boyfriend Wh...

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Kinsley Karter, Peter Green Pic(s)

The low amber light from her desk lamp carved intimate shapes across her skin as she leaned closer to the lens, a secret smile playing upon her lips. Her fingers, tipped in a soft blush color, traced a slow, deliberate path along the line of her collarbone, feeling the delicate ridge of bone beneath the warm silk of her skin. She let her gaze hold the camera’s eye, imagining it was his, her breath catching slightly as she allowed the strap of her chemise to slip from her shoulder. The whisper-soft fabric sighed as it slid downward, baring the gentle swell of her breast to the warm, expectant air of the room. A flush of heat followed the path of her own touch, a blooming warmth that spread like a secret tide through her ve. She arched her back just so, a silent offering, letting the light caress the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was a husky murmur meant for his ears alone, each syllable a promise woven into the quiet hum of the recording. She described the phantom sensation of his hands replacing hers, her own fingers trembling as they mimicked the pressure and possession she so deeply craved. In the charged silence that followed, her parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes conveyed a wordless narrative of longing, a private performance crafted solely for his later, solitary viewing.