Oh, darling, can you just *feel* the heat radiating from this moment? Every single time my lips leave their mark, it’s not just a stain, it’s a wicked little whisper of all the delicious things we’ve been up to, or *could* be. This trace isn’t just color; it’s a burning promise, a tangible memory of passion that lingers on long after I’m gone. I absolutely adore leaving these sexy little souvenirs, letting you carry a piece of my desire with you, a constant, naughty reminder. What kind of mark do *you* want me to leave next? Tell me your thoughts below or slide into my DMs if you’re brave enough to truly feel my kiss.
Okay, Lola.
Speechless, and yes, dinosaurs do exist. Fuck me!.