

I slipped into a black lace lingerie that clings to everycurve, the pattern teasing glimpses of bare skin beneath. In the soft glow of candlelight, I watched my silhouette dance on the walls, imagining your eyes tracing every line. My breath caught as I unhooked the clasp—slowly—thinking of your hands instead of mine.
Picture us together: your fingertips gliding over the lace, your lips finding every exposed inch. Would you take your time, savoring each moment… or would you rip it off and claim me right away? 😈🔥