Of Course

Gasping for breath, Mia stumbled back slightly, clutching her sides. “Can I… have a short break?” she panted.

The model tilted her head, a slow, teasing smile spreading across her face. “Of course, my little athlete,” she murmured, stepping lightly to join Mia in front of the next stretch of silk ropes. Her bare feet barely made a sound on the old brick floor as she danced in place, moving with effortless grace.

The web ahead twisted and coiled like a living thing, a labyrinth designed to test every skill Mia had. The model’s eyes gleamed with playful approval. “I’m impressed,” she purred. “You’ve come so far… but there’s still so much ahead.”

Her fingers drifted down, brushing teasingly against Mia’s thong through the thin fabric of her shorts. “Careful,” she whispered, tilting her head. “One slip, one brush… and it could all be mine.”

Mia swallowed hard, heat rising at the intimate tease, her pulse quickening again despite the brief pause. The model circled her like a cat, hands lingering just long enough to remind Mia that every inch of her was on display, every move under observation.

“Ready?” the model asked softly, though her tone carried that subtle, commanding edge. “Because the web doesn’t wait… and neither do I.”

Clothing Status

Mia: Shorts, sports bra, thong

Basket: Hoodie, sneakers, t-shirt, socks