You can't look away from those big tits, barely contained beneath the dark lace, demanding every bit of your attention the moment your eyes land on her.
You take in the pale skin, the smudged liner, the way the black fabric clings and strains against curves that feel almost punishing to look at directly.
You feel something tighten low in your gut, a pull that's almost uncomfortable, because every detail of this body was designed to make you forget whatever you were doing before this exact moment.
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