Goddess Natalie Carnot and I got together to film a sweaty denial video. As the camera rolls, she lock eyes with Me, her breath hitching, silently pleading for permission to taste the sweetness of My forbidden fruit. My answer is a whispered 'yes', and in an instant, we're a tangle of limbs on the bed, our lips locked in a fervent dance of desire.

The heat between us is a wildfire, too intense to be confined. We're insatiable, each touch fueling the craving for more. We stumble to the bathroom, our passion a raging storm that the bedroom can no longer contain. The camera captures t...

Goddess Natalie Carnot and I got together to film a sweaty denial video. As the camera rolls, she lock eyes with Me, her breath hitching, silently pleading for permission to taste the sweetness of My forbidden fruit. My answer is a whispered 'yes', and in an instant, we're a tangle of limbs on the bed, our lips locked in a fervent dance of desire.

The heat between us is a wildfire, too intense to be confined. We're insatiable, each touch fueling the craving for more. We stumble to the bathroom, our passion a raging storm that the bedroom can no longer contain. The camera captures the anticipation, our hands exploring, bodies pressing against each other, the mix of lust and longing hanging thick in the air.

And then, amidst the frenzy, a moment of chaos – the sound of shattering glass, a testament to the fervor of our encounter. It's just us now, lost in a world of our own making, where nothing exists but the taste of skin, the symphony of heavy breaths, and the rhythm of our hearts racing in sync.

But for you, my dear viewer, this is where the tease turns to torment. As we give in to the throes of passion, the door closes, and you're left outside, the sounds of our ecstasy taunting you through the walls. You can't see us, but you can hear every moan, every gasp, every desperate plea for more. You're a silent witness to our forbidden tryst, feeling the sting of denial with every heartbeat.