I’m Vivienne, and I’m slinking down this dirt trail in Blackwood Forest, my body humming with a dirty kind of thrill. My chestnut hair’s a wild tangle, snagging the October sun, mixing with the red and gold leaves spinning in the chilly breeze. My hazel eyes glint, lips parted, a little wet, ‘cause I’m lost in how goddamn sinful I feel. My hips sway slow, deliberate, every curve alive in this jet-black latex dress that’s more like a taunt than clothes. It’s so short it barely covers me, glossy as hell, catching the forest’s fiery glow with every step. The shine’s like a pulse, matching the heat crawling under my skin.
The autumn air’s cold, prickling my bare thighs, but I’m on fire, a slow burn that’s got me tingling. This latex clings like it’s greedy for me, warm from my body, sliding just enough to make my breath catch. It’s tight, squeezing my curves, making every move feel like a secret I’m dying to spill. The leaves crunch under my heels, a sharp, sexy beat that echoes the throb inside me. The forest is all crisp air and raw earth, but it’s got nothing on the way this dress makes me feel—bold, untamed, like I’m teasing the whole damn world just by existing.
I keep moving, letting the trail’s roughness graze my heels, the cold air nipping at my skin where the latex leaves me bare. It’s like a dare, and I’m eating it up, my hips rolling slower, feeling the dress hug me in all the right places. My thoughts are a mess of heat—how this latex grips my ass, how it rides up just enough to make my pulse jump, how the forest’s chill only makes me hotter. I’m not thinking about anyone else; it’s just me, this dress, this trail, and the wicked rush of feeling so damn good in my own skin.
A gust hits, tossing my hair, dragging leaves across my legs. I let out a low, throaty giggle, the kind that feels like it’s dripping with trouble. The cold can’t touch me—not when I’m this hot, my body buzzing under this slick, glossy second skin. I strut forward, hips swinging, the latex catching the light like a dirty promise. This forest’s wild, but I’m wilder, and every step’s got me burning with a fever I don’t want to shake.
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