It wasn’t a demand. It was an invitation.
They moved together like a slow, familiar dance. A rhythm built from years of Sunday mornings and midnight confessions. It was a conversation without words: I’ve got you. I see you. I’m here. -Homemade- Amateur Hot Couple On Bed Making Love
Leo’s hand traced a slow, lazy path from Mia’s shoulder down to her hip. No rush. No script. Just the quiet hum of the city outside and the steady beat of their hearts. It wasn’t a demand
He smiled, his fingers stilling on the curve of her waist. “I’m just… looking.” -Homemade- Amateur Hot Couple On Bed Making Love