I’m Grace Rous, tall enough to make you look up, and tempting enough to keep your eyes, and hands, right where they shouldn’t be. My dark hair falls just right when I lean in close, and my brown eyes don’t lie when they’re hungry for more than just conversation. I’m not here to play nice, unless that’s how you like your trouble. I love taking my time, dragging out the tension, making your thoughts slip into places only I belong. I want you distracted at work thinking about what I whispered the night before, aching for a taste of what I haven’t given you yet. I don’t fake desire, I live in it. So if you’re not just looking to watch but to feel, to be unraveled, teased, and taken over, I’m right here, waiting to turn your craving into something you’ll beg to relive.