Vietnamese - Evie Ling FULL Video "Bumble Bee" Part 2

Her name was Evie, soft spoken with sharp eyes the kind of quiet that hides danger if you are not paying attention. We had been flirting for weeks, that slow burn kind late night texts, inside jokes, the kind of glances that feel like they touch skin. One night, she showed up at my place wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie and a smirk. Close the door she said, stepping inside, eyes locked on mine like she had already made her mind up. When the hoodie hit the floor, all that was left was yellow lace, sheer, delicate, glowing like it had been made to live under low light. She did not speak right away just walked toward me, hips smooth, fingers trailing along my jaw. You have been patient she whispered but I am done teasing. The lingerie did not stay on long, but it stayed in my memory the way it clung to her curves, the way it came off with a promise. That night, she did not just undress she unraveled me. And from that moment, I never saw the color yellow the same again.