I leaned back on the counter, legs parted like a promise ๐Fingers slipping between wet skin and air โ no rush, just pressureโฆThe moans came soft, but steady โ like heat rising from the stove ๐ฎโ๐จ๐ฅI didnโt need a recipe โ just my body, my craving, and a camera that saw everything ๐ฆ๐ธ