Soft Touches of Desire: nailey jay

Rain lashes the window while nailey jay keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in nailey jay, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In nailey jay, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in nailey jay. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that nailey jay records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. nailey jay feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.