Night wish

Those eyes hold you. Soft. Deep. Mesmerizing. They come with a smile that hits like a slow burn and a body built to back it up. Pink steps in wearing black lace that barely covers what it should. She lets the straps slip, lets the hem ride up, then slides a hand between her thighs. Slow circles. Steady pressure. Her breath catches, her hips roll, and she keeps going—fingers slick, mouth parted—until the tension breaks and she comes, trembling and quiet.