The Intimate Side: futa classroom

Rain lashes the window while futa classroom keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in futa classroom, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In futa classroom, 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 futa classroom. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that futa classroom records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. futa classroom feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.