Spicy Hot
— Do you feel your body betraying you, Elara?
The question is a whiplash, and I close my eyes, shame and arousal mixing inside me like a hot cocktail.
“Yes,” I admitted in a whisper.
She laughs, a low, melodious sound, before taking a step back.
—Then look.
I lift my eyelids just in time to see her slowly undoing her dress, nimble fingers sliding the latex over her shoulders, revealing her milky skin, her firm breasts, topped with pink, gem-hard nipples.
“Lick me,” she orders, and it’s not a request.