Beneath a canopy of twinkling lanterns in the Secret Whisper Space, you stand before me, uniform pressed to perfection, yet begging to be undone. You reach behind to unlatch the back of your shirt, letting it fall open to reveal the swell of your full breasts held by delicate lace, heartbeats echoing softly in the hush. You then glide two fingers along the smooth pastel ribbon encircling your hips, untying it like a silken secret, and peel back the fabric of your skirt to expose the creamy expanse of your thighs. With deliberate grace, you slide one leg forward, black stockings clinging to the curve from your ankle to mid-thigh, creating a seamless ribbon of temptation. Your hips shift forward, lifting your skirt just enough to accentuate the roundness of your peachy hips and the subtle dip of your waist. You raise an arm to sweep hair behind your ear, porcelain skin catching the lantern glow, then whisper in a voice as soft as the drifting embers: “Come… feel my pulse.” I close the distance, heels clicking on polished wood, hands encircle your waist, fingers tracing the silken texture of stockings, exploring the lush contours you’ve revealed, until our shared breath becomes the only sound drowning in the decadent quiet.
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