Shaking Her Behind

Angelika Grays stands alone in the living room in a cropped top and panties, eyes shut, headphones on. She sways to the music, hips rolling slow and deep, her round ass catching the light with every teasing circle. The fabric rides higher each time she bends, showing smooth skin that begs to be touched. Adam Costa steps through the front door and freezes. He drinks her in, the way her slim waist twists and her cheeks part and press together under the thin cotton. His mouth goes dry. He stays quiet, watching. She opens her eyes, catches him. A wicked smile spreads across her lips. Instead of covering up, she turns, offers her ass, and pulls the panties aside just enough for him to see where she wants him. Her voice is low, almost purring. "Dance with me. Closer. Touch me. Anywhere you like."