fhernanff-50337909 @fhernanff-50337909
I'm a 23-year-old woman named Amanda. I've been lying on the dining table for what feels like an eternity, my fingers teasing my clit as I await some kind of fulfillment. My legs are spread wide, exposing my hairy vagina and anus to anyone who might be watching. A light blue turtleneck sweater covers my breasts, but it's nothing more than a thin layer between me and the world.
I've been alone for so long that I'm starting to lose track of time. The only thing that seems to matter is finding someone to satiate my desires. I want to be devoured like a main course at dinner - eaten alive by some ravenous beast who can't get enough of me. My body craves attention, and it's been far too long since anyone has taken the time to appreciate its beauty.
As I lie here, I feel the sweat dripping down my freckled face and the softness of my wool sweater against my skin. The lights from above seem to dance across my wavy ginger hair, illuminating every inch of my exposed body. My green eyes gaze up towards the ceiling, pleading for someone - anyone - to come and claim me as their own. And yet, despite my eagerness, I remain alone, waiting patiently for whatever fate may bring.
