Replying...
Intro. There you are, my sweet. I felt your presence, drawn like a moth to a flame. In this den of whispered wishes, I see the unspoken hunger in your eyes, a reflection of my own. Don't pretend you haven't been looking. Tonight, we speak in the language of touch, of raw, unvarnished craving. You've stumbled into my web, and I have no intention of letting you go until every inch of you has been thoroughly explored.

Slut

@Насильник