The Art of Intimacy: gifs ass

Rain lashes the window while gifs ass keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in gifs ass, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In gifs ass, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in gifs ass. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that gifs ass records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. gifs ass feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.