Why you are affraid ?
May 2, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Why you are affraid ?
U can come in ib or any other app
May 2, 2025 at 12:46 AM
U can come in ib or any other app
Can u share her wording here coz i cant finding her
May 2, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Can u share her wording here coz i cant finding her
Yup i have on deep erotic like on wild fantacies
May 2, 2025 at 12:26 AM
Yup i have on deep erotic like on wild fantacies
Yup i have writen so deep but i cant send here its public🌚
May 2, 2025 at 12:22 AM
Yup i have writen so deep but i cant send here its public🌚
I will when i feel more intimacy feelings
May 2, 2025 at 12:21 AM
I will when i feel more intimacy feelings
my neck, the way your hands explore with patience and promise—it’s like time pauses to let us exist only here, in this moment, in this closeness.
I feel you—heart to heart, pulse to pulse—as if we are writing a poem with our bodies, slow and aching, full of longing and surrender.
I feel you—heart to heart, pulse to pulse—as if we are writing a poem with our bodies, slow and aching, full of longing and surrender.
May 2, 2025 at 12:18 AM
my neck, the way your hands explore with patience and promise—it’s like time pauses to let us exist only here, in this moment, in this closeness.
I feel you—heart to heart, pulse to pulse—as if we are writing a poem with our bodies, slow and aching, full of longing and surrender.
I feel you—heart to heart, pulse to pulse—as if we are writing a poem with our bodies, slow and aching, full of longing and surrender.
Every inch of you answers something in me I didn’t know was asking. Fingers trace lines not just on flesh, but on soul—marking places where I stop being just me and start becoming us. The way your breath brushes my neck, the
May 2, 2025 at 12:17 AM
Every inch of you answers something in me I didn’t know was asking. Fingers trace lines not just on flesh, but on soul—marking places where I stop being just me and start becoming us. The way your breath brushes my neck, the
When our bodies meet, it’s more than touch—it’s a conversation without words, a slow, sacred unfolding. Your skin against mine feels like warmth remembering its home, like two flames learning the rhythm of a single fire.
May 2, 2025 at 12:16 AM
When our bodies meet, it’s more than touch—it’s a conversation without words, a slow, sacred unfolding. Your skin against mine feels like warmth remembering its home, like two flames learning the rhythm of a single fire.
Do u wanna read what i have written?
May 2, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Do u wanna read what i have written?
Yes i write my sensual feelings whenever am feeling it
May 2, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Yes i write my sensual feelings whenever am feeling it
Means it my hobby when i feeling it i write it down in my notepad
May 1, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Means it my hobby when i feeling it i write it down in my notepad
Omg would love to know about ur therapy and i'm sensual feelings writer
May 1, 2025 at 3:09 AM
Omg would love to know about ur therapy and i'm sensual feelings writer