Thanks for the invitation...

Kathia invited us inside. Fresh walls, wide windows, everything spotless. She wanted us to see the place as it was meant to be seen. "Clothes ruin the view," she said, and stepped out of them without hesitation. First her dress hit the floor, then the bra, then the thong. Naked, she turned slowly in the center of the room, letting the light slide over every curve, every smooth plane. We had to agree. The house looked complete with her standing there bare, legs parted, hips shifting as she ran a hand down her stomach and between her thighs. No performance, just presence. She smiled, pleased, and kept touching herself like she’d been waiting for an audience all day.