

Mornings... š„° Thereās something so sexy about those soft, quiet moments āļø when it feels like the world doesn't know I'm awake yet and I belong only to myself.
No rush. Just warmth. Steam. Skin. Touch.
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It all starts in the bathroom, naked (or almost š¤)in my own little world. Wet hair clinging to my back. The way my body glows after warm water runs down it⦠itās like foreplay for the soul.
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I take my time with every curve. Not to fix, not to judge, but to feel. To worship. This body is mine, and I donāt need permission to adore it. It moves, tempts, stretches, teases⦠and I love every inch š¤
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This photo is taken before I enjoy the morning. Soon I will smell the soap, feel the water.
Now the question for you: would you kiss me between the shoulder blades while Iām still half-asleep? Or did he just look at me and tolerate the morning wood? šš„