In a dimly lit room, she sits, her slender legs encased in sheer black stockings. She knows he's watching, and she loves it. Her fingers trace the lace tops, teasing him, drawing him in. His breath hitches as he watches her, the tension building between them. She doesn't look at him, but she knows he's hard, his cock straining against his pants. They've never acted on their feelings, but the air is thick with unspoken desire.