Dentelle rouge, coupe étroite et deux raisons pour que tu ne regardes pas

Red lace hugs every inch of my body, tight enough to make you wonder how it's still holding on . The moment the oil hits my skin, everything changes smooth, glistening, and irresistible. My hands slide over my chest, spreading that shine, teasing those two perfect reasons you can't stop staring at. Every stroke is slower, every breath deeper and by the end, you'll be the one struggling to look away