FFF-Dances

Lyra dances, body swaying like gentle waves in the dawn’s early light. She shifts and moves to the music, hips sliding against yours. Her hands slip easily over the silk of her dress, starting low and shifting north, skimming the red tinged second skin. She cups her breasts, kneading the plump flesh, offering them to you. Before you can blink the ties of her dress are released, red waves cascading down her body, revealing inch after inch of peaches and cream skin. Nipples hard and aching. For you? The tempo speeds and she drops her head back, feeling the rhythm. She dances.