Extravagant

Alexis shows up in silk that clings like a second skin, and everyone knows the real show is underneath. The fabric barely contains those full breasts as it shifts with every breath. She leans back, eyes half-lidded, and lets her hand drift south, fingers slipping past the thin hem. Her touch is slow at first, then firmer, chasing the heat that’s already slick between her thighs. The expensive dress rides higher with each movement, exposing smooth skin that catches the light. She’s not performing for anyone but herself, and that private pleasure reads on her face in flushed cheeks and bitten lips.