

I leaned back on the counter, legs parted like a promise ๐
Fingers slipping between wet skin and air โ no rush, just pressureโฆ
The moans came soft, but steady โ like heat rising from the stove ๐ฎโ๐จ๐ฅ
I didnโt need a recipe โ just my body, my craving, and a camera that saw everything ๐ฆ๐ธ