Melissa, 3rd visit

Melissa’s red lace panties finally slip off her ankles and vanish somewhere beneath the bed, leaving her completely bare beneath the open shirt. But just as the view promises everything, she shifts with a shy-yet-teasing little gasp — keeping her legs together and pushing you away with feet, one hand slipping between her thighs while the other clutches the hem of her white shirt to pull it lower, half-hiding what’s now only inches away 🌸 She peeks at you from behind that messy black fringe, blue eyes wide and lips parted in mock innocence, then grabs her plush toy and hugs it against her lap like the world’s softest shield. “You weren’t supposed to see that much,” she whispers breathlessly, cheeks flushed, “but if you’re really good… maybe my Kitty will let you peek — just a little.” 🐱💕 The shirt’s slipping, the plushie’s trembling in her grip, and those long legs aren’t staying closed forever — who’s patient enough to earn that promised glimpse on visit no. 4? 😏