I know you’re staring, and I don’t mind. I actually like it. Standing here in this lace lingerie, the way it hugs my little body, I can see exactly how your eyes trace every line, every curve. Sexy Breasts aren’t just something I show off… they’re a weapon, a tease, and you’re already falling for it.
I switch just a little, letting the lace slip in all the right ways. My hands brush over my chest as if by accident, but you know better. You can’t look away. I watch your reaction, the way your breath catches, the subtle shift in your seat, and I smile because I have that power over you.
I step closer, slow, letting my fingers graze my own hips. “Do you like what you see?” I ask, teasing, voice low and playful. My body is small, but every line, every curve is perfectly placed to make you think. I love watching you squirm under my gaze, imagining what I could do if I wanted to.
I bend slightly, leaning forward just enough for you to get the perfect view, letting my curves do the talking. “I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel if you touched me,” I whisper, letting my lips curve into a knowing smile. You know it’s not a question; it’s a challenge. A dare. And I can see it in your eyes… you want to, but you’re trying to stay in control.
I move around you, letting my body brush past yours, teasing your senses. Every step is deliberate. Every glance, every tilt of my head, is designed to make you ache just a little more. I laugh softly at the way you’re staring, caught between wanting to look and needing to touch. That hesitation makes it even better.
I adjust my lingerie, letting a strap slip slightly, not enough to be scandalous, just enough to make you notice. I like the way you’re reacting, the little noises you make, the tension rolling off you in waves. You think I’m petite, but my energy fills the room. My teasing isn’t about size… It’s about knowing exactly what makes you weak.
I brush a finger across my lips, letting you imagine what else I could do. I let the anticipation stretch, slow and delicious. I tell you to watch, to listen, to feel the pull between us, and it’s electric. You’re trapped in the teasing, in the thrill of it, and I love every second of it.
By the time I step back, I leave you wanting more. My petite frame, my perfect curves, my playful voice… It’s too much to ignore. I’ve planted a memory you won’t shake. And that’s exactly the point. You’ll be thinking about this long after I walk out the door, aching for every tease, every move, every whisper from me.

















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