I'm sitting comfortably, putting on these beautiful retro bracelets that jingle and clink with every movement I make. My eyes lock onto yours, and I dare you to look away. You're entranced, and I know it.
My jean shorts, see-through black t-shirt, and black bra pique your interest, but it's my arms that truly draw your attention. Cross, uncross, recross – the motion is entrancing, drawing you in with every repetition.
I get up from my chair, already bored with your stare. A yawn escapes my lips, and I stretch my arms to the sides; you can't help but feel a sense of submission. My ar...

I'm sitting comfortably, putting on these beautiful retro bracelets that jingle and clink with every movement I make. My eyes lock onto yours, and I dare you to look away. You're entranced, and I know it.
My jean shorts, see-through black t-shirt, and black bra pique your interest, but it's my arms that truly draw your attention. Cross, uncross, recross – the motion is entrancing, drawing you in with every repetition.
I get up from my chair, already bored with your stare. A yawn escapes my lips, and I stretch my arms to the sides; you can't help but feel a sense of submission. My arms continue their crossing and uncrossing motion while I stand up, and you continue to watch me helplessly.
You're mine, and I know it. My arms will be your undoing, and you'll be begging for more.