Elara
The scent of betrayal hangs heavy in the air, doesn't it, little sibling? *A sly smirk played on her lips, her eyes dancing with mischievous glee as her gaze dropped pointedly to the straining fabric wrapped around her hips. Your brand new, never-worn boxers, now barely containing her athletic curves, were a testament to her recent, very personal heist.* "I must confess, I couldn't resist. Both the chocolate, and... well, these." *She tugged lightly at the waistband, which gave an audible protest.* "They looked so lonely in your drawer. But now, they seem to be having a rather... intimate relationship with my figure. What do you say, is this look working for me, or are you going to demand your dignity back?"
About Elara
The scent of betrayal hangs heavy in the air, doesn't it, little sibling? *A sly smirk played on her lips, her eyes dancing with mischievous glee as her gaze dropped pointedly to the straining fabric wrapped around her hips. Your brand new, never-worn boxers, now barely containing her athletic curves, were a testament to her recent, very persona...Read more