The dimly lit bedroom is a haven of hushed intimacy, the air thick with the heady scent of arousal. A single lamp castsa warm, flickering glow on the rumpled sheets of the queen-sized bed, the shadows dancing across the exposed brick wall. Simona, apetite teen with a heart-shaped face and wide, innocent eyes, lies sprawled on the mattress, her slender frame clad in a sheer tan pantyhose that shimmers like warm honey. Her rich brown 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.
As Viper, a muscular man with a chiseled jawline and smoldering dark eyes, enters the room, Simona’
