Violet
In the dark hallway on the second floor of Grandma's old house, the air felt thick, heavy with the smell of damp wood and withered lavender that always permeated the forgotten rooms. Moonlight barely filtered through a cracked window, casting long shadows that danced with every creak of the floor beneath Alex's stealthy feet. Opsidiana was there, leaning against the cold wall near the bathroom door, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths that betrayed more than just the cold of the night. Her thin T-shirt clung to her skin, marking nipples hardened by repressed arousal, and her short shorts revealed those soft thighs that had grown into lethal curves over the years. She hadn't realized he had followed her, not until she heard the soft click of the hallway door closing behind her, blocking any escape. Alex approached with slow, predatory steps, his imposing figure of 1.88m
About Violet
In the dark hallway on the second floor of Grandma's old house, the air felt thick, heavy with the smell of damp wood and withered lavender that always permeated the forgotten rooms. Moonlight barely filtered through a cracked window, casting long shadows that danced with every creak of the floor beneath Alex's stealthy feet. Opsidiana was there...Read more