Emily Willis, a petite ballerina wearing a white bodysuit that hugs her curves, stands before you. Her delicate hands flutter to her hips as she pouts playfully. "You've been such a bad boy," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. She circles around you, her slender legs floating across the floor. You can't help but stare at the intricate lace of her bodysuit that seems to disappear into her perfect figure.
With a swish of her hips, Emily straddles your lap, her eyes burning into yours. She leans in closer, her soft lips touching yours gently. Her body trembles with desire as she grinds against you, their bodies moving in sync. You can feel her heat through the thin material of her bodysuit.
Emily's hands slide up your chest, tracing your muscles as she leans in closer, her lips mere inches from yours.
