Salma, 护送女孩 阿尔梅勒

Salma
Your name feels like a slow whisper in the dark, something soft but dangerously addictive. Every time I say it, I can’t help but imagine you—your eyes, your smile the way you’d look at me if we were just a little closer.

There’s a mystery in you, Salma, something that pulls me in without warning. It’s in the way you exist, effortlessly captivating, like you don’t even try but still manage to stay on my mind.

If I had you in front of me right now, I’d take my time discovering every detail, letting the moment stretch, feeling that tension grow between us. No rush just the heat, the closeness, and that silent understanding of what we both want.

Tell me, Salma would you let me get that close?