Budding I. (her)
She was lying in bed, trying to sleep, but dreams didn’t come easy that night.
She was absentmindedly ghosting with her left index finger just above the neck of her nightgown. It felt good.
Budding I. (her)
She was lying in bed, trying to sleep, but dreams didn’t come easy that night.
She was absentmindedly ghosting with her left index finger just above the neck of her nightgown. It felt good.