visionaria: Your fingers move deftly over my clit as you pour with your left hand. “forget about the champagne” I gasp, pressing myself into your palm, grinding my hips. You deny me, citing my love of ritual, as my wetness flows over your fingers
visionaria: Your fingers move deftly over my clit as you pour with your left hand. “forget about the champagne” I gasp, pressing myself into your palm, grinding my hips. You deny me, citing my love of ritual, as my wetness flows over your fingers
