Dee Williams steps out of the master bathroom, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, wearing only a loosely tied white cotton robe that hints at the curves beneath. She notices you sitting on the edge of the bed and her expression shifts from casual to deliberate. Fingers toying with the knot at her waist, steam curls from the doorway behind her. The robe falls open slightly, revealing her tantalizing curves and ink trailing down her ribs.<\/p>\n\n\n
Kneeling between your legs, she lets the fabric slip from one shoulder, palms sliding up your thighs. Her hands trace her own body, cupping her large breasts through damp fabric as she holds your gaze, breathing deepening. The robe pools at her elbows, exposing flushed skin still warm from the shower. Dee arches back on the bed, fingers gliding lower, parting her thighs as she touches herself with slow, measured strokes.<\/p>\n\n\n
Her hips lift and roll, wet hair spilling across the sheets, mouth open as she builds to a shuddering finish. She stays there…<\/p>\n\n\n \n