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Zach had known she would be perfect. Curves that swept into more curves, melding to create a breathtaking goddess. And then she began dancing again, with gloves and scarf, black garter belt and stockings, and black-strapped sandals her only adornments. Still watching him, she lifted one foot, placing it on the edge of the coffee table. She unbuckled the heeled sandal, then dropped it to the floor. Zach couldn't breathe as he watched her unfasten the garter belt and roll one of the black stockings down her leg and slip it from her foot.
She held the stretched stocking between her hands, pressed it to her body, across her breasts, between her legs, then allowed it to drift to the floor. If his cock was hard before, it was raging for attention now. He didn't think he could stand much more of this.
When she lifted her other leg to the table, his heartbeat drummed faster. Her eyes glittered in the soft light as she unfastened the other stocking. Then she removed her garter belt and dropped it to the floor.
Still poised, one bare foot flat on the surface of the glass coffee table and the other on the floor, she shifted slightly. Her labia separated, revealing the soft pink, glistening inner petals opening like a shy flower to morning light. She dipped a gloved finger between her lips, sliding the long digit along the cleft of her pussy, stroking the tender skin. As he watched, unable to look away, she dipped her finger inside and swirled her thumb over her clit, fucking herself. Each time, her hand came away wetter than the time before.
Her hips began to rock against her hand. When he heard her soft moans, Zach raised his gaze to her face. He watched as her eyelidsfluttered closed, and her mouth opened on a gasp as she climaxed. He set down his wineglass, finally brought himself back from the edge of the spell, and started to step forward. But before he could move, Karli whirled away and began to dance once again.
Her gloved hands swept over her body, caressed her breasts, nestled in the shadowy, sweet valley between her thighs. Zach's cock swelled hard, pressing insistently against his trousers.
As she seemingly floated toward him across the living room, a hand moved to the scarf around her neck. He smelled her, could almost taste her. Wanted to taste her, to lick every inch of her body. Wanted to sup from the juices of her orgasm.
She clasped his hand and moved into his arms, still dancing, guiding him toward the glass doors of the balcony. Spellbound, his hands splayed against the silk of her flesh, he allowed her to lead.
"I want you tonight, Zach. I need you." She rose on tiptoes to possess his lips and pressed him against the glass door. He heard the snick of the lock, then the cool night breeze waltzed into the room.
To his shock, she led him outside, apparently uncaring that she was naked. Thank God for the plethora of plants and potted trees that offered some privacy from the rest of the world.
She danced him onto the balcony, then back against the granite wall. Her gloved hands stroked his face, down the front of his shirt as she nipped at his jaw. She pulled his arms behind him, and before he knew it, she bound his wrists with the silk scarf.