Mikaela Testa hushes a dirty secret, one finger tracing her lips

Mikaela Testa leans in close, drags a finger slowly across her lips and murmurs something low. Her plain white tee clings to her bust, and she toys with a chunky ring on one finger. Her look flickers between bashful and sultry while the soft light catches the gold chain at her throat and the curve of her shoulder. With one hand she sweeps her hair back and lets the moment hang in the air.