“Ready?” she whispered, her voice a velvety murmur that seemed to vibrate through the very walls. She turned, revealing the figure she’d invited in—an athletic, dark‑haired man named Jace, his eyes alight with both excitement and a respectful reverence.
Jace’s body responded instantly; his hips lifted, a silent gasp escaping his lips as the chain tugged against his chest. The contrast of the cool metal and his heated skin created a symphony of sensations—sharp, sharp, and yet undeniably intimate. Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore-
Jace watched, his own arousal evident in the way his breath came in shallow bursts. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the subtle tremor of her hips as she leaned forward, her lips parting just enough to whisper, “Do you trust me?” “Ready
Jace stepped forward, his hand hovering just a breath away from her waist. He traced a fingertip along the curve of her hip, feeling the soft give of her silk dress, then slid his fingers under the fabric to grasp the waistband of her black leather skirt. With a slow, deliberate pull, the skirt fell away, revealing a set of smooth, toned legs and a lace‑trimmed black thong that hugged her hips. The contrast of the cool metal and his