Harper G lay on the couch, her brunette hair fanned out on the pillow behind her head. She wore a tight, lacy red bra and matching panties, which hugged her curvy body. Her full breasts barely contained by the scrap of fabric, nipples hardening beneath the thin material.
"Harper," a man's voice purred from off-camera. "Are you ready for your lovely surprise?"
Harper smiled seductively, her fingers tracing the edge of her bra. "I think I can guess," she said, her voice husky with desire. "But why don't you show me anyway?"
The man stepped into view, wearing nothing but a black robe and a smirk. He held a feather in his hand, its tip glistening with something slick. As he approached, Harper's breath hitched and she wondered what it could be.
