Plain White Tee

"There’s nothing sexier, nothing that says fuck me, quite like a man in a plain white tee." I’ve seen men dressed to impress. Crisp suits. Clean cuts. But I only want him when he’s undone—barefoot, cufflinks scattered, a soft white t-shirt clinging to his chest.

In Plain White Tee, simplicity becomes the fantasy. Every piece of clothing removed is a slow reveal—his body, his breath, his desire. And when Miss Ada pulls him into her heat, what follows is pure, mutual longing. Simple. Raw. Real.