Melissa, 4th visit

Melissa’s breath hitches as she lets her knees fall slowly apart, the sheer black stockings catching the fairy-light glow while her bare skin flushes warmer. For a heartbeat she gives you everything — just a teasing flash of soft pink between her thighs — before her blue eyes flash with that familiar half-shy, half-wicked spark 🌸 Then her legs snap closed again, lifting her stockinged feet towards you, soles flexing and toes curling in mock protest. “Too much already?” she whispers, voice low and breathy, pressing those soft soles gently against your chest as if to push you back. But the pressure lingers a second too long like an unspoken dare 😏 Who’s patient enough to wait for Melissa’s next slow, deliberate reveal?