Snake
The cool tile of the bathroom reflects her naked skin. The snake tattoo dominates her chest, a silent promise. She’s looking at you, daring you to reach out. Her nipples are already aching. You feel a surge of heat. She’s inviting you closer. Let’s take control.
The air hangs thick with anticipation. She leans against the school desk, a black lace bralette barely containing her curves. Her lips are slightly parted, a silent invitation. The snake tattoo on her arm coils around her body, a promise of forbidden pleasure. She’s waiting for you to take the first step. Don’t hesitate.
