She moans with her finger buried deep inside of her, while society calls her their sweet little angel. Outside the bedroom, she lowers her eyes, speaks softly, and smiles like she's never touched herself in the dark. She walks like a poem, speaks like a prayer, and shows the kind of smile that makes people believe she's never had a dirty thought. But behind locked doors, she spreads wide for no one but herself, chasing the kind of pleasure only her own fingers and imagination can deliver. The good girl only exists outside the bedroom, and every night, her moans silence the myth built by her innocent eyes.
