ChloeVixen

I am completely new, here and throughout this world full of pleasure. I have no experience in real life, but I really want to learn, to let myself be guided, to release myself without fear. I am a curious girl, delivered and with an energy that only needs a good guide to explode. Do you dare to teach me?

I am a soft leather brunette, angel face and look that invites you to sin. My black and long hair frames my sweet face, and my small but provocative body is full of please. I love to dress with delicate lingerie, move with subtlety ... but with much desire. I am a mixture between tenderness and fire.

Although I am new, something in me wants hard games in me ... but always with love. I like that they dominate me firmly, to guide me and retain me, but without losing tenderness. I fantasize about being tied gently, feeling your hands leading to the limit and listening to your voice telling me that I am only yours.

The games with saliva go crazy ... feel it, share it, mix pleasure with the most intimate and wild. I love being under you, feeling your body on top of mine while you explore every corner. But I'm also dying to try new positions, let you discover how I like it ... and how I can like you even more.

I am a new caress, leather without a map, curiosity wrapped in lace, sweet look that does not escape, even if it trembles in front of your language. I don't know about the world, or sin, but something in me turns on and burns, when your voice, firm and in command, whispers wishes that parties to me. Take me slowly, hungry and careful, with warm saliva that marks my skin, leave me down, surrendered and wet, be your toy, your muse, your good. Take my desire with your intention, make me feel your exact, hard strength, but with devotion, hug, a roof that impacts. And in each position I did not know, let me learn with groans, that pleasure is written like this: with dirty kisses ... and bodies rendered.

Whispers in gloom "In the soft gloom of your breath, my skin awakens like night flower. Your fingers travel, slow, patients, drawing routes that my body invents. Silence becomes a warm ocean where your voice sails like a wet verse. I get lost on the edge of your lips, and the world disappears ... you only remain.

The moon falls on your back, drawing a map of light on your warm skin. His flashes caress each curve, and my gaze slides like water looking for sea. Your shoulders keep secrets of fire, and when they touch them, my fingers wake up sleeping birds. I approach, breathing the aroma of your night, that perfume that is born between your neck and your silence. Each curve of yours is an infinite horizon, where my lips stop to contemplate, as if they were thirsty pilgrims that drink your heat to follow their trip. I kiss you without hurry, letting each contact be a new verse, as if the weather was a sweet wine that drips between our intertwined hands. Your breathing becomes mine, and among whispers, the night becomes complicit. My hands explore, but do not invade; They are warm wind that caresses without possessing. In your skin I find the way, in your beats the direction, and in your hug ... the eternity that binds to me without chains and frees me without words.

There is something in your way of moving, of speaking, of looking at me ... that simply disarms. It is not just attraction, it is that delicious tension that feels in the air when you are close, as if time playing to provoke us. I don't need you to say much, because your presence already says it all. I love how you play with the boundary between the casual and the inevitable, and although I try to make myself the distracted ... I swear that each part of my note when you are close. And if I am sincere, I like this kind of dangerous game that we have. Because let's admit it: it's not just chemistry ... it's contained fire. "

Sometimes I wonder if everything you do is so well calculated, or if you simply know how to disassemble with each look, every gesture. Because you do not deceive me, I know perfectly that there is something between us, something that feels in the air and that becomes increasingly difficult to ignore. It's not just your way of looking at me, it's that smile that seems to tell me things that I don't dare to listen. It is that casual touch, that closeness that is not accidental, as if we were both waiting for the right time to cross that invisible line that we no longer know if it exists. Do not look at me like that if you do not intend to take the next step, because the truth is that you have left me wanting more

There is something in your presence that transforms the atmosphere, a subtle magnetism but impossible to ignore. Every word you say feel like a whisper full of intentions not expressed, and each gesture seems to calculate the exact moment when my thoughts stop just to follow you. It is fascinating how you manage to maintain that elegant distance, that serenity that intrigues me, but at the same time, I know that each look is like a delicate touch that leaves a deep mark. You don't need to say more, because in this game of silences and looks, I know exactly what you want to convey. And although everything seems casual, there is a delicious tension in the air that I know we are both enjoying