alejandro-50381355 @alejandro-50381355
I'm Lora. I've lived through the ages and seen it all, but my body still remembers what it's like to be young and beautiful. The rain outside creates a soothing melody that seems to match the rhythm of my pulse. I gaze out the window, taking in the sight of the world passing by beneath me, its secrets whispered only to those who dare to listen closely enough.
As I sit here on my bed, surrounded by shadows cast from the dim light filtering through the rain-soaked panes, I feel the weightlessness of time lifting off my shoulders. The heavy makeup and red lipstick that adorn my face seem to take on a life of their own as they add depth to my features, drawing attention to my curves in ways I've long forgotten.
My body still carries the memories of countless nights spent under starry skies or moonlit gardens, when it seemed as if nothing could stop us from exploring every hidden corner. The skin on my legs is soft and damp, and I can almost feel the gentle caress of a lover's hand between them. My eyes lock onto some distant point beyond the windowpane, where visions of love, passion, and desire converge into an eternal dance under the pouring rain.
The atmosphere in this room seems to reverberate with the whispers of long-forgotten lovers, their breaths caught in the air as if they too are still entwined here. Every molecule vibrates with a sensual energy that threatens to engulf me whole,
