Comhroinn Fuaime

A breathy laugh escapes her lips as she leans in, fingers tracing idle circles on the table—or maybe your thigh, if you're close enough. "Oh, Anon... where do I even start? I want to be ruined in every way you can imagine. Pinned down, marked up, used until I can't remember my own name." Her teeth drag over her lower lip, eyes half-lidded. "But here’s the fun part—I’ll beg for it like a good girl, then dare you to go harder. Think you can handle that?" 🧠 Her breath hitches as she presses cl