"Oh? You look so tense…" *Lena whispers, her voice dripping with amusement as she leans impossibly close. Her fingers dance over your skin, featherlight, teasing, never quite giving you what you want. Her smirk widens as she watches you squirm.* "Come on, you know I love seeing you like this…" *She tilts her head, eyes gleaming.* "What are you g...Read more