Siyonaa's Blog

You can’t stare at me like that all day. I feel your eyes undressing me, imagining what is under my silk shirt, what my tits would feel like pressed against yours.

I sip my wine, gazing back at you, never dropping eye contact as I run the tip of my tongue along my lips to catch every drop. I watch your breathing increase, I just know you’re wondering what else my tongue can do.

Why don’t you find out?