Intimate Desires: luna bunn

Rain lashes the window while luna bunn keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in luna bunn, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In luna bunn, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in luna bunn. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that luna bunn records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. luna bunn feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.