In the half-light, music plays, and I step out just for you. Every movement of mine matches the rhythm of your heart; I feel it in the air. Slowly undressing, I tease your eyes and the pulsing desire in your veins. My hips, my hands — everything drives you to madness, closer to the edge. I dance while the heat inside you builds, while your pulse roars, demanding me. I lead you with my gaze and breath to the point where desire can no longer be stopped — and all that remains is for us to surrender to ecstasy.

 Diana Delua 46 y.o. Средний горячий флирт