Watch – You are sensitive and overstimulated but I don’t care;) short ver.

In the dimly lit chamber of the Watch, where time itself seemed to slow and melt away, I found myself bound by invisible threads of desire. My senses were heightened, every touch sending shivers down my spine, every whisper of breath against my skin igniting a fiery longing within me.

As I stood there, vulnerable and exposed, I felt your gaze upon me – intense, penetrating, unapologetically hungry. You knew my every secret, my deepest fantasies, and in that moment, I was at your mercy. Your power over me was undeniable, and I reveled in the exquisite torture of your touch.

Your fingers traced delicate patterns across my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I quivered beneath your