

you know what happens when I put on a white shirt? π For some reason it immediately becomes shorter... the buttons themselves beg to be undone... and the skirt is chosen the most daring π
I don't know if it's a coincidence... or if it's just the mood π Can you imagine coming to my place "for a minute"? π Serious, collected... well almost π
And here you are standing on the doorstep and I'm standing in front of you. Like this
With a slight smile, disheveled hair and a look, as if nothing unusual π€·πΌββοΈ But in my eyes already reads everything that you will feel... You try to say something, remember why you came... but your gaze slides lower and lower, your heart beats faster, and I come closer!
On the edge of acceptable. On the edge of desire.β And you realize - you're already in the game! Where I write the rules... and your job is just not to burn with desire. Would you dare to stay? Or would you run away... only to come back at night? ππ