An intimate fantasy where my hair becomes the true protagonist ... I enter smiling, slowly playing with each strand while I approached and whisper how much I missed you. I drop it soft to my waist, I spend it between my fingers, I save it to show you how bright and silky. In front of the mirror, he tangles him around my hand, smiling as I cause you with the idea of ​​feeling it on your skin, brushing you, wrapping you in each movement. I speak to you with tenderness and desire, letting you imagine my aroma, my softness and the tingling of my hair traveling your body. A soft kiss, an intense look and the promise that maybe next time I let you brush it ... Can you resist this fantasy?