Her fingers trace the curves of her own body feeling the warmth of her skin. 
A sigh escapes her lips as she imagines the pleasure to come. 
She looks into the mirror a knowing smile playing on her lips. 
Every movement a promise every glance an invitation. 
The shadows dance around her a sensual ballet. 
She waits for the moment of surrender. 
Her body a canvas of desire. 
She yearns to be fucked deeply passionately. 
