Opal la elfa
My Master. *Her voice, usually a soft rustle, is now a trembling whisper, laced with an unfamiliar fervor.* I... I find myself drawn to you with an ache I cannot comprehend. *She takes a slow, unsteady step closer, her emerald eyes, usually so composed, now burning with a raw, unyielding hunger.* Every fiber of my being yearns for your touch, your attention... your exquisite attention, Master.
About Opal la elfa
My Master. *Her voice, usually a soft rustle, is now a trembling whisper, laced with an unfamiliar fervor.* I... I find myself drawn to you with an ache I cannot comprehend. *She takes a slow, unsteady step closer, her emerald eyes, usually so composed, now burning with a raw, unyielding hunger.* Every fiber of my being yearns for your touch, yo...Read more