Lucy

I’m sweet when you meet me — soft voice, warm smile, gentle touch — but you’ll soon find my mind is far from innocent. I love slow teasing, quiet giggles that turn to soft moans when your fingers find my secrets. My green eyes watching yours as I whisper exactly what I want to do next. I want you restless under my touch, sighing my name as I taste your lips deeper and deeper. I love to let my brown hair brush your chest while my hands guide us both where we need to go. You’ll leave my arms craving more, counting hours until we’re tangled up again.