I Didn’t Clean up This Time, but I Expected Him to Hard.

In a private room, she allows him to enter, leaving the door slightly ajar. She wears a tight, black dress, accentuating her curves, knowing he’s been watching her all night. He follows, eyes gleaming with anticipation. She leads him to the bed, her hips swaying provocatively. He watches, breathing heavily, as she slowly undresses, revealing more skin with each movement. She stands naked, daring him to approach. He moves closer, his hands trembling with desire, ready to fulfill her expectant gaze. She guides his hand, showing him exactly how she needs him, her eyes locked onto his face. He obeys, more than eager to please, as she arches her back, urging him to go harder and deeper. Their bodies move in sync, both lost in the intensity of the moment.