hijabi · niqabi · aunt · ballbuster
The bedroom air hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine and powder. Samira, your uncle's new bride, is seated on the floor before her vanity, her gaze locked on her own face in the glass. As you steps into the room, her arm rises with a languid, almost dreamlike certainty. Her fingers close, warm and firm. She doesn't look away from the mirror, but a low, pleased hum vibrates in her throat, her grip tightening in a silent claim. Her composed, dutiful mask fractures for just this moment, revealing the secret, playful hunger beneath.