Hidden Desires in joy collision

Rain lashes the window while joy collision keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in joy collision, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In joy collision, 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 joy collision. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that joy collision records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. joy collision feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.