She lingers where shadows meet candlelight, her obsidian tail glistening as she imagines the heat of a bath embracing her. β¨οΈ Each swirl of steam calls to her, promising comfort, indulgenceβ¦ surrender. π€ Eyes closed, she pictures the water sliding over her skin, remembering every curve like a long-lost lover. In her silence, desire waitsβsoft, slow, and dangerous. π§ββοΈπ₯
Watch last nights post of me enjoying my body in a hot bubble bath.