Jul 24
Wrapped up in my softest, fluffiest pink mohair turtleneck on a chilly day outdoors— the thick, fuzzy collar pulled all the way up over my mouth and nose, cocooning my face in warm, ticklish wool while only my eyes peek out. Every breath makes the knit brush teasingly against my lips and cheeks, that delicious sweater hug turning me on more than it should. Nothing beats the intimate thrill of being buried in layers of cozy, oversized fluff like this… who else gets weak for extreme turtleneck coverage? 😏💕
