Alexandre watches Mary from the couch, her sinful dance around the living room driving him wild. She knows what she's doing, her body moving with a rhythm that's both sultry and obscene. She turns around, bending over to give him a perfect view of her ass, the thin fabric of her skirt doing little to conceal her. He can see the outline of her thong, the damp patch growing larger. She looks back at him, biting her lip, before slowly sliding her skirt down, revealing her bare ass. Alexandre groans, his cock straining against his pants, eager to bury itself in her heat.