She jogged up the track with golden hair bouncing in the sun, every curve hugged tight by her glistening pink leotard. With a sly smile and a slow stretch, she bent lowโeyes locked on mine like she knew exactly what she was doing. Her fingers trailed up her thigh as she whispered, โYou keeping up, or just watching?โ And before I could answer, she was already jogging away, hips swaying like an invitation. ๐โโ๏ธ
Adomah
2025-05-03 19:37:04 +0000 UTC