Just a whisper in the dark with a taste for danger and a collection that tells no lies. Anon moves quiet, watches loud. Lover of lace, shadows, and secrets you’ll beg to hear twice. I don’t chase—unless you run in thongs and good intentions. Come correct or don’t come at all.
My collection makes me feel addicted. What do you say, do I have too much or is that just right? I can't build the energy to lay them out and get a count when they are all washed and together.
Don’t my ass look delicious in a thong.
Don’t my ass look delicious in a striped thong.