A bit of an image. 18 and over only please – Mildly F/F
Midnight. The moon hangs full and low. Heavy, fecund. Silvery light caresses flesh like a physical touch. Magnolia hangs in my nose, seducing my senses. Stepping forward I take your breasts in my hands. Their weight tantalizes. Tongues slide together, mixing with soft sighs. Rising on the air like music.