Warmth. Softness. Dimmed lights, the morning sun coming up, accompanied by the smell of coffee. No need to get up right now...my hands slides over a breast, down my side, further down the cleft of my hip. I let my hand rest there for a bit, one finger on
Pink and fulla whiskey, just like me 😉 Or.. Elegant and sweet and filled with the hard stuff. Also, interesting fact: This lowball carries my nickname, so it must be the heavens aligning 🤷🏼♀️
