Sexy Legs Sex -

The autumn rain drummed a soft rhythm against the tall bay windows of the studio. Inside, the air smelled of cedarwood, turpentine, and Earl Grey tea. Clara sat on her velvet chaise lounge, her sketchpad resting against her knees, staring down at her own legs.

Clara smiled, setting her sketchbook aside. You are a lifesaver. sexy legs sex

Julian leaned forward, completely captivated. Beautiful, he whispered, though Clara wasn't entirely sure if he was talking about the mechanics or her. Watch the shift, she instructed. The autumn rain drummed a soft rhythm against

Clara shifted her legs, tucking them under her slightly. You’re overthinking it again. Show me, Julian requested suddenly. Show you what? the air smelled of cedarwood