Melissa, 2nd visit

In the dim glow of her bedroom fairy lights, Melissa lounges on the edge of her bed like a secret you weren’t supposed to find — an emo dream with sharp black wolfcut hair falling messily over one of her blue eyes, the other gazing straight at you with parted lips curved in a seducing half-smile. Her shirt hangs open, buttons forgotten, revealing flashes of red lace bra and matching panties beneath, while sheer black stockings cling to her thighs like whispered invitations, as she murmurs softly, “You weren’t meant to see me like this… but now that you’re here, are you just going to watch, or come closer and find out how much trouble one quiet emo girl can really be?” 🖤😏