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Shantall

My body is a canvas of desire, and your words the brush that lights it. Talk to me dirty as my skin burns to feel your whips.

I dance for you, every move an invitation. Do you dare to dominate this silhouette that curves under your gaze?

Tell me what you'd do with me in a low, hoarse voice. that every word is a whip that takes me to the edge.

There's no tenderness in my play, only the sharpness of your bonds and the echo of my moans as pain turns pleasure.

In four, waiting for you, feeling the air rub my sensitive skin. or would you rather see me on my knees, begging for your mouth between my thighs?

Don't steal my pride with sweetness. tear it off with tongues, bites and orders that make me shake.

I'm bisexual, but today I just long for your rough voice telling me how to play here. or there.

Amarro mis deseos con tus cuerdas: hang me on a string between pain and ecstasy. and then kiss me where it hurts the most

The dance ends when your hands start. and then, there's only the rhythm of our bodies crashing like wild waves