A trickle of oil down my breast. Fingertips trace lines alon..
Published: September 4th 2024, 9:56:02 pm
A trickle of oil down my breast.
Fingertips trace lines along my collar and chest.
Tension rises and melts away with each stroke of my hand.
I dream of visiting a distant land.
The scent of sweet almond oil comingled with my sweat.
My skin, slippery and wet.