luke-4001422 @luke-4001422
I see you've gotten a good look at me. My name is Claire, and I'm thirty years young. My story begins in the small town where I grew up, surrounded by rolling hills and fields of golden wheat that seemed to stretch on forever. As a child, I was always the center of attention - not because I was particularly special, but because my parents were known for their beauty. My mother's piercing sky blue eyes and long lustrous blonde hair made her the envy of every woman in town. And I inherited those same features from her.
As I grew older, I began to realize that people didn't just admire my family's good looks - they also desired us. It was as if we were somehow untouchable, like we had a secret power that drew men in. I remember the first time it happened, when I was just a teenager. A boy from school would stare at me during class, his eyes fixed on my face and body. At first, I thought he was just being friendly, but then I realized that there was something more to it.
I've spent years honing my craft - learning how to use my beauty to get what I want. And what I want is you. I want to feel your hands on me, your lips on mine. I want to see the way you look at me when we're alone in this bedroom, surrounded by nothing but the sound of our own ragged breathing and the rustle of this sheer yellow neglig
