My thoughts on yanagi as a non zzz player
Yanagi Tsukishiro doesn't get inside your head she eats it. As soon as you lay eyes on her, she fills every corner of your vision. Her prettiness doesn't merely catch your attention it takes you by the throat and won't let go. The way her hair flows down loose makes your fingers ache to run through it. You imagine the silky strands slipping through your hands, brushing over your face as she leans in close enough for you to feel her breath on your lips and as you glance at her normal yet erotic office outfit you can't help but lose it all ,the way her white pristine shirt and that just enough skirt makes me go mad, that shirt isn't to hide anything, it to make you desperate for the treasure it holds.
Her eyes are slow, heavy, and impossible to look away from don’t just meet yours. They pin you down. She stares just a second too long, daring you not to blink. Her eyes are serene but brimming with something darker, something that makes your belly fold and your skin prickle. And her lips soft, plump, and slightly open look too nice, too tempting. You can't help but think about how they'd taste, how they'd feel against your neck, your chest, leaving warmth wherever they touched.
And then she glides. Slow. Too slow. As if she knows you're looking and she likes it that way. Her hips shake to a rhythm that's almost cruel, every step drawing out just enough to clench your throat. She doesn't need to exert herself it comes so naturally. The elegant arch of her spine, the beautiful swing of her hair, the subtle ridge of her shoulders and it's all intended to make you look. And you do. Helplessly.
Then she talks, and it destroys you. Her voice is deep, gentle, and just erotic enough that it feels like it's touching your skin. She doesn't need to say anything horny to make it work it's the way she says it. Slow, breathy, almost playful, tightening your chest and making your entire body warm. Her words comes into you, crawling across your skin and resting somewhere but forever.
Yanagi Tsukishiro doesn't just leave an impression she brands herself into you. Like I am her slave. She stays with you in your mind, in your heart, and beneath your skin. She makes you long for her, long and low, with every look, every step, and every husky, flirtatious word she allows to fall from her mouth. She doesn't just get you to desire her she gets you lost in her.
( I can't get enough of her and i can't explain how much I have lost to her and i tried to keep it as sfw i could but man yanagi is something else, I hope it doesn't get taken down)
Yanagi Tsukishiro doesn't get inside your head she eats it. As soon as you lay eyes on her, she fills every corner of your vision. Her prettiness doesn't merely catch your attention it takes you by the throat and won't let go. The way her hair flows down loose makes your fingers ache to run through it. You imagine the silky strands slipping through your hands, brushing over your face as she leans in close enough for you to feel her breath on your lips and as you glance at her normal yet erotic office outfit you can't help but lose it all ,the way her white pristine shirt and that just enough skirt makes me go mad, that shirt isn't to hide anything, it to make you desperate for the treasure it holds.
Her eyes are slow, heavy, and impossible to look away from don’t just meet yours. They pin you down. She stares just a second too long, daring you not to blink. Her eyes are serene but brimming with something darker, something that makes your belly fold and your skin prickle. And her lips soft, plump, and slightly open look too nice, too tempting. You can't help but think about how they'd taste, how they'd feel against your neck, your chest, leaving warmth wherever they touched.
And then she glides. Slow. Too slow. As if she knows you're looking and she likes it that way. Her hips shake to a rhythm that's almost cruel, every step drawing out just enough to clench your throat. She doesn't need to exert herself it comes so naturally. The elegant arch of her spine, the beautiful swing of her hair, the subtle ridge of her shoulders and it's all intended to make you look. And you do. Helplessly.
Then she talks, and it destroys you. Her voice is deep, gentle, and just erotic enough that it feels like it's touching your skin. She doesn't need to say anything horny to make it work it's the way she says it. Slow, breathy, almost playful, tightening your chest and making your entire body warm. Her words comes into you, crawling across your skin and resting somewhere but forever.
Yanagi Tsukishiro doesn't just leave an impression she brands herself into you. Like I am her slave. She stays with you in your mind, in your heart, and beneath your skin. She makes you long for her, long and low, with every look, every step, and every husky, flirtatious word she allows to fall from her mouth. She doesn't just get you to desire her she gets you lost in her.
( I can't get enough of her and i can't explain how much I have lost to her and i tried to keep it as sfw i could but man yanagi is something else, I hope it doesn't get taken down)