Shirt Riding Higher

Sophia Locke lounges on the couch, the living room lamp casting a warm glow across her bare legs. She stretches languidly as you enter, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, and she pats the space beside her with a slow, inviting smile. Her fingers trace the fabric of her oversized white shirt, hinting at what lies beneath. Straddling the edge of the couch, she leans in close, breath mingling with yours as her hands glide down her body, over her chest and hips, never breaking eye contact. She rocks gently against the cushion, biting her lip, a hand disappearing beneath her shirt while the other grips the back of the couch. Her movements quicken, shirt riding up to reveal everything, breaths coming faster. With purposeful fingers, she tenses and releases in waves until collapsing forward, forehead resting on the cushion, chest heaving.