30-40
The air crackles with anticipation. She stands before you, a sculpted goddess of leather and steel. Chains snake around her hips, a promise of exquisite torment. Her gaze is intense, demanding. She moves slowly, deliberately, testing your resolve. The scent of her skin mixes with the metallic tang of the chains, a heady invitation to surrender.
The room is cool, but she’s burning with anticipation. The black lace clings to her curves, a tantalizing invitation. Her eyes lock with yours, a silent promise of pleasure. She slides further onto the marble pedestal, the coolness a stark contrast to her warmth. You reach out, your fingers tracing the delicate pattern of the fabric. She arches into you, a small moan escaping her lips. This is where you begin.
I watched her slowly pull herself across the bed. Her skin glistened with moisture. She arched her back, inviting my touch. I reached for her, wanting to feel her heat. This is going to be intense. She moved closer, her eyes locked on mine. I took her, deepening the pleasure.
