I’ve been good all week. Soft. Soaked. Waiting. There’s something about midweek… I start to ache. Not for chaos— But for control. Not roughness— But ruin. The kind that looks gentle from the outside, But leaves me trembling on the inside. Would you press your palm over my mouth and ask me how long I’ve been dripping fo...
💧 Midweek Melt with Niagra 💧 Wednesday’s dripping with temptation… come taste it. Gentlemen, It’s only Wednesday, but I’m already soaked—waiting for the kind of hands that know how to hold power and softness at once. I’m your secret sweetness. The kind you don’t brag about—because you don’t want to share. Let me be you...
