Pleasure Parlour - Episode 2

The studio lights catch every curve. She steps onto the platform like she owns it, hips rolling slow, wearing nothing but a silk thong and six-inch heels that click against the stage. The camera drinks her in, traveling up her legs, pausing on the swell of her ass before settling on the way her nipples tighten under the cool air. She turns, hands gliding down her own thighs, fingers teasing the edge of that thin strip of fabric, then hooking it aside to bare herself completely. A low exhale escapes her when she spreads her legs, knees bending just enough to display the glistening folds between them. The host steps closer, running a single fingertip along her slit, gathering the wetness and bringing it to his lips with an appreciative hum. She watches him, breath quickening, hips twitching forward as if chasing more touch. The lights burn hotter. So does she.