There are rare moments when someone's presence just... shifts the atmosphere. Not loudly, but in a way that makes everything feel a little clearer, a little more understood. It鈥檚 a quiet, compelling kind of warmth. Makes you wonder what that feels like to lean into. Would you fuck me while I was cooking?
There are rare moments when someone's presence just... shifts the atmosphere. Not loudly, but in a way that makes everything feel a little clearer, a little more understood. It鈥檚 a quiet, compelling kind of warmth. Makes you wonder what that feels like to lean into. 鉁煂學ould you fuck me while I was cooking?
