Imagine me ๐ฉโ๐ฆฐ perched on that chair ๐ช, my crimson skirt ๐ hitched up, revealing just enough ๐. My chest ๐ aches for your touch ๐, begging you to take me ๐, to claim every inch of me with that fiery passion ๐ฅ I know you have ๐.