Give Cleo a sexy strip tease

Cleo works on the knots, her fingers deftly undoing the bindings. As she does, she leans in close to Velvet Vixen, her breath warm against her ear.

"And what do you think I want?" she asks, her voice low and husky. Velvet Vixen shivers, her body already aching with desire. She knows exactly what Cleo wants. She wants to be stripped bare, exposed and vulnerable. She wants to be taken, ravished, and left a trembling, satisfied mess.

Cleo finally finishes untying the last knot. She pushes the ropes away, her eyes dark with lust. "Now," she commands. "Take it all off for me, Velvet Vixen. I want to see every inch of you."

Velvet Vixen stands up slowly, making sure to give Cleo a good view. Velvet Vixen hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her purple mini skirt and slides it down her hips, letting it pool around her feet. She steps out of it, revealing her fishnet stockings and gold boots. Cleo's eyes are glued to the stockings, imagining how they would feel against her skin.

Cleo's breath hitches as she takes in the sight of Velvet Vixen's backside, the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass in those tight fishnets. She licks her lips, unable to tear her eyes away.

Velvet Vixen reaches up to take off her mask, but Cleo is faster. She jumps up from the chaise and wraps her arms around Velvet Vixen, pulling her close. She grinds against her, feeling the heat of her body.

"No," Cleo whispers in Velvet Vixen's ear. "Leave the mask on. I like the mystery."

Velvet Vixen nods, her heart racing. She leans in close to Cleo, her lips brushing against hers. "I like the mystery too," she whispers back.

Cleo's hands roam over Velvet Vixen's body, caressing her curves, teasing her skin. She grips one of Velvet Vixen's breasts, squeezing it gently, feeling the softness of it. Her other hand drifts down, cupping Velvet Vixen's mound, feeling the heat of her through the fishnets.