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I pass by velvet bins full of designer bags and these weird mannequins wearing heavy diamond chokers. I'm not exactly a jewelry girl, but those are just too pretty; I'm honestly sold to stupor. Then I hit the section that's filled with lingerie. Darn! A bunch of leather, silk, and transparent lace lingerie in red, white, and black. One of the mannequins is wearing a leather bra that doesn't have shoulder straps, but it's wrapped around the breasts tightly with two zippers that open at each nipple area to expose the full breasts. But that's not the wild part. The leather pants it's wearing are crotchless. In all their fanciness, they are pants that don't cover shit.

Instead, I opened it. The first page was already too much—bare skin, silk ropes, commands written in clean, dangerous fonts. It was like falling down a rabbit hole I wasn’t supposed to touch. I turned to the next page and it was a gorgeous shirtless man in just a boxer brief, his partner was wearing just panties and a bra that barely covered her nipples let alone the flesh of her br**st. Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed.

A rich, sweet scent of vanilla and expensive silk drifted into the air. Resting inside, nestled in layers of black tissue paper, was a piece of lingerie. But it wasn't just any lingerie. It was a sheer, crimson lace bodysuit. It was completely backless, with a dangerously low-cut front that would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. My breath caught in my throat. My face burned with instant heat. Tucked into the side of the box was a small, heavy card. I opened it, my eyes widening as I read the neat handwriting:

My cock springs to life as she hooks her fingers in the sides of her shorts, pulling them down her toned legs. She stands in a lilac lingerie set, intricate lace showing off her rosy nipples. Her hand lands on her hip as she cocks it to the side. “Like what you see?” “Fuck yes.” I shed my jeans, leaving me in my boxers. Cora’s gaze roams up and down my body, her tongue flicking out to lick her bottom lip. “We only have an hour. We need to hurry up.”

He was definitely not expecting her wear this, not even in her dreams as something of the such crossed her mind. The lingerie consisted of a thong joined with strings of clothing that was meant for her breasts, it was almost like a teddy, but no teddy would look like that, the lingerie was pure sin, the area meant for her breast was open with slits for her nipples with some kind of wiring around the area, the thong was another matter, there was some kind of device attached to it, and there were both connected together with strips of linen, that would be uncomfortable if she wears it, which was something, she was never going to do it, she was putting this on no matter what and damn the conseq

She is there. She lounges on the plush sofa, a vision that steals the air from his lungs. She wears a sheer camisole, a whisper-thin fabric that clings to her like a second skin. It's a dark, almost black, lace-trimmed thing, and it’s undeniably, breathtakingly transparent. Every curve, every shadow beneath the delicate material, is subtly revealed. No bra. No panties. The realization hits him like a physical blow, a sudden, jarring shock that reverberates through his entire body. He sees the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric, the darker shadow between her thighs, hinting at the absence of any barrier.

My bubble butt and stiff nipples were all accentuated by the see-through lingerie. Walking out of the bathroom, I felt a sense of majesty, the silky lingerie clinging to my body, accentuating every curve. My hair cascaded down my shoulders in dark waves, framing my face perfectly. Rion still lay on the bed, his powerful form looking surprisingly vulnerable, his eyes half-closed and unfocused. The aphrodisiac was clearly taking effect, his movements slow and uncoordinated.

I am naked…basically. The lingerie – because apparently, that is what it is, has no back, just two criss cross strings at the centre. The thong like buttoms sport a thin rope that disappears into the curve of my arse, leaving my arse cheeks completely bare. The transparent front only has two tiny patches that shield the nipple. Otherwise, everything else is completely bare. Coupled with my smoky eye makeover, I look like a million dollar whore. Great. The clock reads nine O'clock, so I hurry from the room. There's no time to change even if I wanted to.

Taking a step back from me is the absolute worst thing to do because the space he creates between us only means that he can now see more of me, and I watch his eyes widen as they take in my form. The red lingerie is a pretty complex one to get into but the full look is so worth it. There’s a split straight down the lacy bra that allows my nipples poke out so that they’re not contained by the material, and right now, the pink little points are hard and swollen, begging for some attention. Derrick tries and fails to stop looking at it. I watch his Adams apple bob on a swallow, that duffle still clutched in his grip like it’s going to protect him.

I dim the lights in my bedroom studio, the camera rolling as I settle onto my king-sized bed, surrounded by soft pink sheets that hug my curves. Hey there, lovers, it’s your girl Khalifa here—your favorite OnlyFans pornstar, bringing the heat right to Pornhub. I’ve been teasing you all week on my page, and tonight, I’m feeling extra naughty. My body’s aching for release, and I want you to watch every second. I’m wearing this tiny black lace teddy that barely covers my perky D-cup tits, my nipples already hard and poking through the fabric like they’re desperate for your touch. My long, dark hair falls in waves over my shoulders, and my olive skin glows under the warm light. “Mmm, hi babies,”