She kneels in silence, robes slipping from her shoulders, skin glowing in the candlelight. โTell me what to do,โ she whispers, eyes wide, lips tremblingโnot from fear, but need. ๐ซฆ๐
You touch her, and she meltsโsoft thighs parting, breath catching, wet silk clinging to every curve. Her moans come quiet at first, then louder, desperate, as she rocks in your lap like she was made for it. ๐ฅ๐
This isnโt a ritual. Itโs a reckoning. And sheโs not just obeyingโsheโs begging. ๐ฆ๐