Over the Table

“Over the table,” the Model breathed, not loud, but with a command that struck straight through Elara’s chest.

A hand pressed at the small of her back, firm and irresistible, and Elara stumbled forward. She caught herself with her palms against the cool wood, long hair spilling around her face as she bent. Her hips shifted back, instinctively arching, her round bare ass pushed out and glistening faintly under the lantern’s glow.

The Model’s touch was unhurried as her fingers traced the curve of Elara’s spine, trailing down vertebra by vertebra until reaching the soft swell of her exposed cheeks. She let her palm rest there, rubbing slow circles, alternating with light scratches that made Elara’s breath catch.

“Mmm…” the Model purred, savoring the sight. “Look at you… presenting yourself so perfectly. Naked, bent, begging without a single word.”

Elara squeezed her thighs together, shivering at the humiliating honesty of it. Heat pooled low in her belly, her clit already pulsing. She bit her lip but couldn’t stop the moan that slipped free as the Model’s fingers dipped lower—skimming the crease, tracing the edge of her folds without yet granting relief.

“Do you feel it?” the Model whispered against her ear, leaning close until Elara could taste her breath. “How wet you are already… your body betrays every secret you won’t dare speak aloud.”

Elara whimpered, her blush burning deeper, and her hips betrayed her—tilting back, pressing against that teasing hand.

The Model smirked, hand flashing quick. Smack. A sharp slap landed on Elara’s hip, not brutal but stinging enough to make her gasp. The sound echoed in the small space, her ass jiggling under the sudden impact.

“Such a needy little thief,” the Model taunted, her hand immediately soothing the sting with a slow rub, fingers sliding lower until they brushed through Elara’s slickness. She spread the wetness with deliberate strokes, smearing it across Elara’s folds, forcing her to feel just how much she was giving away.

Elara moaned louder now, gripping the table edge, every muscle tight with the strain of holding still.

“Good girl,” the Model purred, drawing a single finger slowly up Elara’s slit, just grazing her swollen clit before pulling back and denying her. “Now… let’s see how long you can endure my touch before you break.”

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Elara: Naked and Naughty

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