Between Her Tits

Walis stands in front of me, her curves catching the soft bedroom light, skin gleaming like warm satin. A slow smile traces her lips as she lets the oil glide over her body, every movement deliberate, teasing, in full command of the moment. The air thickens, charged with heat and unspoken intent. When she pulls me closer, there’s no hesitation — only hunger and surrender woven together. Her breath brushes my ear, her warmth surrounds me, and suddenly we’re lost in a rhythm that leaves the world outside forgotten.