Bridjet Tur

my fantasy

Imagine.....The elevator doors closed, and we were left alone. The cramped space seemed to pull us even closer. Your hands are stroking my waist, pressing us against the wall. Our breaths mingle, and the feeling of being forbidden only fuels our desire. Your fingers tear my clothes off, I feel your body tense and hot. The metal walls muffle the dull beats of our hearts and quiet moans. My legs wrap around you, and in this closeness we merge so passionately that time stops. Every push is a challenge, every moan is more excitement. The moment when the elevator suddenly stops on the floor, and we squeeze even tighter, because we know: we can be caught at any second... but this is what makes us crazy alive. I would like to repeat this with you

my fantasy

hot sun, rustling waves... but all I can think about is how you're kneeling in front of me right on the warm sand. I'm wet in my swimsuit, drops of water are rolling down my body... You're looking greedily, but you can touch me with my permission. I command - kiss my legs, slowly rise higher... But remember, on the beach I'm your goddess. And only I decide when you'll get what you dream about"