𝙼𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙰.

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ༺═───────────═༻ snarky . femme fatale. greek myth verse. # turquoise

hurry up. and ehm, her garment is kinda see-through.

she's waiting for him in their bed.

then why does he disappear all the time? and, she doesn't like to sleep alone in that huge bed.

what? she needs attention.

she's quite lonely when he isn't around.

ℂ video; riptiides on ig.

she can be sweet.

well, he could be her hero.

where is her man?

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someone entertain her. she's bored.

her eyes are hazy, like when she's battling with lust, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

megara instantly slid her panties down her porcelain limbs and unhooked the clasp, flinging the bra away. she then laid flat on her stomach onto the bedcovers, slightly parting her long legs to give him an excellent view.

her long pitch black hair cascaded around her tanned tone visage, over her shoulder blades and fell gracefully down her back as she turned around on her heel to walk closer to the male. meg's manicured digits tangled in the thick silk of his hair. go for it.

meg moaned at the warm sensation of his hand on her butt cheek, caressing the skin that had stung moments before. perhaps he should massage her butt, now. she will strip out of her clothes.

she took another glimpse at her reflection in the mirror. the dress showcased her generous breasts and left her back daringly bare. she looks hot and she's aware of it. now, pucker up, loverboy.

his rough fingers sought out its first contact and in so doing, caused her visage to thrust backwards and a soft moan to emanate from her plump brims. her nipples were hard peaks, and she drew in a breath slowly, anticipating his touch, before unhooking the clasp.