Belle stretches out on her couch, bathed in the soft neon glow of the city beyond her window, the night air cool against her bare skin. Her fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns along her thigh, teasing, tempting—her own private indulgence.
But she’s not alone for long. A shadow shifts in the doorway, sharp eyes drinking in the sight before them. Her lips curl into a knowing smirk. “Took you long enough,” she purrs, tilting her head back in invitation.
After all, why play alone when the night is young and the company is irresistible?
XOXO Ashleigh
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