Backstage with Zafira

Zafira has been saving this moment all day. She slips into her glitter heels and the shortest minidress she owns, then waits for the night to begin. Alone for now, she decides to give the mirror a private show, peeling the dress down with slow, deliberate hands. Round, heavy breasts spill free. The lace between her thighs grows darker with every pass of her fingers. Soon the fabric is gone and her skin glistens under the lights. Her breath quickens. Legs spread wide, knees falling open, and she lets everything go in a sudden, gleaming spray that leaves her thighs trembling and the floor slick.