Faith Star
Face Fucking Inc #08, Scene #02
She grabbed his wrist, her grip like iron—strong enough to make him freeze. He felt the heat of her palm, fingers digging in just right, pulling him closer with that naughty spark in her eye. No escaping now; she had him pinned against the wall, her body pressing in, all curves and confidence. He smirked, loving the power play, as she whispered, 'Think you can handle this?' Her other hand slid down his chest, teasing lower, building that electric tension. Damn, she was a force—strong, sexy, and owning every second.
She grabbed his wrist, her grip like iron—strong enough to make him freeze. He felt the heat of her palm, fingers digging in just right, pulling him closer with that naughty spark in her eye. No escaping now; she had him pinned against the wall, her body pressing in, all curves and confidence. He smirked, loving the power play, as she whispered, 'Think you can handle this?' Her other hand slid down his chest, teasing lower, building that electric tension. Damn, she was a force—strong, sexy, and owning every second.