Soft light slides over my skin, reflecting off the black leather straps and skirt. I walk toward the couch, feeling every detail of my outfit hugging my body. Slowly, I begin to move — my hips, my shoulders, every curve following the rhythm.
The heat builds with every motion, my dark hair brushing against my skin, and I let myself melt into the moment. Every turn, every glance is part of my silent game — teasing, revealing, tempting.
When the fabric finally gives way, the air feels thicker, charged with energy and desire.
