

She moves with that half-smile that says she knows exactly what she does to a room. Every step unbuttons another part of her: the skirt sliding higher on bare thigh, the blouse catching on the edge of her nipple before it falls away. Andi stands in the doorway, skin flushed under the low light, one hand sliding between her legs as she watches you watch her. She slips a finger inside herself, slow, then brings it to her mouth. The taste makes her eyes close for half a second. Then she opens them and beckons. She reaches behind, undoes the last hook of her bra, lets the straps fall down her arms. Her breasts are heavy, nipples already tight. She pinches one, rolls it, keeps walking forward until her knees hit the bed. She climbs onto the mattress on all fours, back arched, ass raised. Her cunt glistens. She stays like that, waiting, breathing hard through parted lips, every muscle trembling with the need to be touched.

She moves with that half-smile that says she knows exactly what she does to a room. Every step unbuttons another part of her: the skirt sliding higher on bare thigh, the blouse catching on the edge of her nipple before it falls away. Andi stands in the doorway, skin flushed under the low light, one hand sliding between her legs as she watches you watch her. She slips a finger inside herself, slow, then brings it to her mouth. The taste makes her eyes close for half a second. Then she opens them and beckons. She reaches behind, undoes the last hook of her bra, lets the straps fall down her arms. Her breasts are heavy, nipples already tight. She pinches one, rolls it, keeps walking forward until her knees hit the bed. She climbs onto the mattress on all fours, back arched, ass raised. Her cunt glistens. She stays like that, waiting, breathing hard through parted lips, every muscle trembling with the need to be touched.