Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire and Pleasure in fullyclothed

In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, fullyclothed begins with whispered words only she can hear. She’s wearing nothing but lace panties, and fullyclothed adores how she peels them away inch by inch. Her skin flushes rose as her own touch ignites her in fullyclothed. Every circle of her fingers over that sensitive bundle feels sacred in fullyclothed. She rides the edge for what feels like forever in fullyclothed, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. When she finally lets go in fullyclothed, her entire body shudders in waves that the lens of fullyclothed captures perfectly. The afterglow in fullyclothed is almost more erotic than the act itself—soft smiles, lazy stretches, the quiet satisfaction of a woman who knows exactly how powerful she is. fullyclothed is pure feminine bliss.