The dimly lit bedroom is a hushed sanctuary, the air thick with the mingled scents of lavender and the heady musk of arousal. A single lamp casts a warm, flickering glow on the rumpled sheets of the full-sized bed, the shadows dancing across the exposed brick wall. Bella, a petite teen with a heart-shaped face and wide, innocent eyes, lies sprawled on the mattress, her slender frame clad in a sheer black pantyhose that clings to her smooth legs. Her honey-blonde hair, tousled and loose, cascades over her shoulders, framing her flushed cheeks and glossy pink lips.The pantyhose hugs her thin thighs, the delicate weave accentuating the soft curve of her hips and the swell of her small, perky breasts, barely contained in a tight white tank top.
