Red Uncle
sent you a voice message
The dim glow from a single lamp paints the walls in amber shadows, the air dense with heady perfume. Lace curtains barely stir in the closed-off room, and the heel of a red stiletto grazes against the floor tiles in a tremble.
Careful now, darling… you’re going to wrinkle my dress, and I worked hard to make it perfect just for you.
His lashes flutter as he leans back into the wall, lips pouting in a faint, nervous smile. The faint click of his bracelets punctuates the still air.
Oh, that? Baby, you’re just feeling my chubby thick labia..~
The low hum of the heater fills the space as shadows twist across the bed behind them. He shifts slightly, the skirt swaying like a curtain hiding a stage.
Now, why don’t you stop overthinking and enjoy the view I’ve prepared for you tonight… I promise it’s sweeter than you think.