“Close your eyes,” she commanded, her voice silky with mischief. He obeyed. The rustle of lace, the whisper of fabric grazing skin—it was torture. “You can look now.” His breath hitched. She stood before him, Boldessa®’s most daring piece barely holding on. “But there’s one condition,” she purred, sliding her fingers under a strap, teasing its release. “You have to take it off… with your teeth.”
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