Betho71 @Betho71
The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the scene unfolding before me. The woman lay sprawled across the floor, her body an exquisite canvas of curves and lines that seemed to ripple in the soft light. Her blonde hair cascaded around her like a golden waterfall, framing her face as she leaned against the wall for support. I couldn't help but be drawn to the way the fabric of her shirt draped over her shoulders, revealing hints of the breasts beneath.
As my gaze wandered, it landed on the elegant high heels that adorned her feet, their black leather gleaming like polished stone in the faint light. The way they seemed to stretch her legs out before her, as if she was about to rise up from the floor at any moment, only added to the sense of languid elegance that surrounded her.
My eyes drifted lower still, tracing the contours of her body as it curved and dipped beneath the fabric of her shirt. There was something almost primal in the way she seemed to be savoring her own pleasure, her hands curled between her legs as if trying to contain some inner force that threatened to consume her whole. The air around us seemed thick with tension, heavy with the weight of desire and need.
