Burningangel
Joanna Angel, Alina Lopez, Small Hands Pic(s)
The young woman stood nervously in the center of the room, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird agat her ribs as she felt his gaze trace the curve of her spine. A delicate sheen of perspiration glistened at the hollow of her throat, catching the lamplight as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers. The fabric whispered away to reveal skin like warmed silk, her breasts swelling with each quickened breath as the air caressed her newly bared flesh. His eyes darkened with appreciation while she continued, the skirt pooling at her ankles in a soft sigh of surrender. She arched her back tinctively, presenting herself like an offering, every nerve ending awakening beneath his visual touch. The space between them grew charged with electricity as she let her hands drift over her own curves, mapping the landscape of her body for his silent approval. A soft moan escaped her lips when she touched a particularly sensitive spot, the sound hanging in the air between them like an unspoken promise. The scent of her arousal perfumed the room—musky and sweet like night-blooming jasmine after rain. In that suspended moment, she became pure sensation, every inch of her skin humming with anticipation for what his approval might bring.
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