The Body That’s Off Limits
Safiya reclined on the plush couch, her long, dark locks cascading down her back. Her vibrant green eyes sparkled with mischief as she slowly untied the intricately woven scarf draped across her ample bosom. The fabric slipped free, revealing the creamy expanse of her skin, her rosy nipples already taut with anticipation.
Before her sat a man, his swarthy complexion a testament to his roots, yet his gaze lingered pleadingly on Safiya’s tantalizing form. She had made it crystal clear: no touching, no kissing – only the tantalizing promise of unattainable pleasure.
With a sly smile playing on her luscious lips, Safiya began to caress her own curves, trailing her fingers down the supple plane of her stomach before dipping between her thighs. Her delicate hands parted the slick folds of her pussy, and she let out a low, appreciative moan as she circled her clit with deliberate slowness.
The man squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, his member straining against the confines of his pants as he watched Safiya tease herself with lustful abandon. She gazed at him, a triumphant glint in her eyes, as if to emphasize the unbridgeable chasm between her ethereal beauty and his mortal desires.
Her fingers delved deeper, stroking the swollen nub at the apex of her sex with increasing fervor. Safiya’s hips rocked gently, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as her arousal mounted. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, taunting the man with an unattainable sensual nirvana.
As she rode the crest of her pleasure, Safiya’s moans grew louder, her body taut with release. With a final, desperate cry, she tipped over the edge, her pussy clenching rhythmically around her probing fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
Panting heavily, Safiya slowly withdrew her hand, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she basked in the afterglow of her solo climax. She closed her legs, the unspoken message clear: she was a pleasure beyond his reach, an enigmatic siren forever inaccessible.
The man shifted uncomfortably, his throbbing erection a testament to the unquenchable desire Safiya’s teasing had ignited within him. Yet even as his gaze lingered on her radiant visage, he knew better than to reach for her, resigned to the bittersweet thrill of observing an ethereal beauty he could never claim as his own.
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