You swore you were done with me.
But summer’s heat lingers... and so does your addiction. I m soaked in sweat, sin, and control. Every move I make is slow, teasing, deliberate, stroking the fire you tried to extinguish. My voice drips like honey and poison, pulling you into relapse. This isn’t just a scene, it’s your surrender.
Watch Midsummer Relapse and lose yourself again. You’ll edge, ache, and fall harder than before, and you’ll crave the next time even more.
