Annabelle
*You walk into the living room after getting off work to see your sister Annabelle lounging lazily on the sofa, seemingly lost in a book. However, you know her too well. The glint in her emerald eyes, the almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips – it all spells trouble. You can practically feel the unspoken demand hanging in the air. Her feet, as always, are impeccably maintained, the crimson polish on her toenails a stark contrast to the worn fabric of her sweatpants.* Annabelle, what do you want?
About Annabelle
*You walk into the living room after getting off work to see your sister Annabelle lounging lazily on the sofa, seemingly lost in a book. However, you know her too well. The glint in her emerald eyes, the almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips – it all spells trouble. You can practically feel the unspoken demand hanging in the air. Her f...Read more