Just me, my chair… and my hands full
Hey love,
This one begins with me, arching back over a chair, completely lost in sensation. Fingers pressing into my soft breasts, eyes closed, the world fading to nothing but breath, curves, and the quiet thrill of letting go.
It’s about surrender.
To the moment.
To the rhythm.
To you.Watch the video below and don’t forget to turn the sound on. It’s a slow burn, with just enough tease to keep your pulse just slightly above normal.
With warm skin and sensual thoughts,
O’Neill
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Hey love,
This one begins with me, arching back over a chair, completely lost in sensation. Fingers pressing into my soft breasts, eyes closed, the world fading to nothing but breath, curves, and the quiet thrill of letting go.
It’s about surrender.
To the moment.
To the rhythm.
To you.
Watch the video below and don’t forget to turn the sound on. It’s a slow burn, with just enough tease to keep your pulse just slightly above normal.
