Hot Spring Seduction [Part-2]
Syra breathed softly, nervously, as her eyes clashed with Leon's. Her turn.
Always forward, always teasing —though even her cheeks were flushed deep red now.
With a theatrical little puff and a sparkle in her eye, she shrugged her golden robe from her shoulders. It poured down her body like liquid sunshine, settling around her ankles in a pool of shimmering folds. Underneath, a tight black brassiere and matching panties hugged her young, curvy body—demure yet provocative, playful yet enticing.
Her breathing rose and fell with each heave, pounding heart loud in her ears. She was still intact, still finding the thrilling burden of desire —but her smile was. Uncertain at the edges, yes. but genuine.
"I might be a virgin, Lord," she said mischievously, "but I do know how to make an entrance."
