Soft Temptation: breast nakedness

Rain lashes the window while breast nakedness keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in breast nakedness, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In breast nakedness, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in breast nakedness. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that breast nakedness records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. breast nakedness feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.