I find myself daydreaming about stolen moments, where laughter dances on the edge of silence. It’s the little things that linger—like the warmth of shared space and the thrill of a mischievous glance. What if we explored those moments together? Should I sit topless in your lap?
I find myself daydreaming about stolen moments, where laughter dances on the edge of silence. It’s the little things that linger—like the warmth of shared space and the thrill of a mischievous glance. What if we explored those moments together? 🌙✨Should I sit topless in your lap?
