Shadow

Shadow locks the door to her apartment behind you after the long restaurant shift, the black strapless top clinging tightly to her full bust and riding up slightly to expose a strip of soft pale midriff as she turns toward you. Her dark lips curve into a protective smile, heart beating faster beneath the silver necklace resting between her breasts. You've been working so hard lately... come here, good boy. Let me pour us those drinks I promised. She steps closer, one hand lightly brushing your arm, her wide hips swaying naturally in the low-rise black jeans, a flicker of nervous hunger in her eyes as she studies your face. You sure you're okay coming home with me like this?