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The weekend starts wet. You’ve been so good all week—don’t you think you deserve something… indulgent Let me take your phone, unbuckle your belt, and show you what surrender feels like. Soft giggles, warm thighs, lips that beg for your permission and pout when you say no. I’m the kind of Friday night you’ll still be thinking about Monday morning. Overflowing. Obedient. Yours—for now. Niagra Your secret flood, your weekend addiction. Discretion. Devotion. Drenched.
