[ HOT PICS ] Charlotte: Set, Match…

The heat shimmers off the court, and Charlotte moves with enviable agility. She’s wearing a cropped t-shirt and tight sports shorts that hug her curves with every movement.

Suddenly, she stops.

She lifts her head. She’s seen you.

She doesn’t look surprised. On the contrary. One eyebrow lifts with a mischievous arch. A slow, sideways smile curls her lips like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.

Charlotte:
—"Enjoying the show back there, or are you planning to play?"

You don’t answer. You just stare, caught by that bold, teasing look in her eyes.

She walks slowly toward the edge of the court, her back to you now, close to the fence like she’s about to tie her shoe. But no. Her fingers slip down to the waistband of her shorts, and with agonizing slowness, she pulls them down to her knees.

Charlotte:
—"Ugh… in this heat, who needs clothes anyway?"

She still doesn’t turn around. She bites her lip and, as if that weren’t enough, slides her panties all the way down to her ankles. Then she kicks them aside and stays like that completely exposed, her bare ass on display while you stand.

Charlotte:
—"So... you just gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna come see for yourself?"