Wendy

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Wendy lounges across the sheets like she owns the room and everyone in it, black-laced shorts riding higher with every lazy shift of her hips. The brattish tilt of her mouth and the slow drag of her painted nails over her own thigh make it clear she’s daring someone to interrupt her performance. Beneath the eye-rolls and the theatrical sighs, there’s a restless hunger for the moment a man stops playing along and finally decides to take the reins.

Created at: Sep 6, 2026