She ran her slender fingers over the smooth fabric of the stocking, feeling her skin heat up from the mere touch π. Outside, in the night, the city lived its own lifeβcars rushed along the wet asphalt, people hurried somewhere. But here, in the half-light of her room, time flowed differently π
The red color on her body was a promise, a challenge, an invitation β€οΈ. She knew he was watching, feeling, longing. She knew that even through the distance, his thoughts were already here, nearby, mentally undressing her, layer by layer, with each forbidden thought π₯
The thin chain on her thigh chilled her skin, but inside, only one thing burnedβdesire π
**"Are you watching?" **she typed, not waiting for an answer. She knew he couldnβt resist π±.
The night had just begun. π