Be Stripped!

The model’s smirk deepened as her fingers drifted over the strip of bare skin revealed by Lena’s loose jeans. They traced lazy circles just above her waistband, grazing the edge of her thong before sliding upward, palm flattening against the soft skin of her stomach. Lena flinched at the touch, but instead of pulling away, she shivered—her body betraying her again.

“You’re trembling,” the model murmured, voice low, teasing, “but not running. That tells me everything I need to know.”

The model’s hand tightened at her hip, tugging her a half-step closer. Hazel eyes wide, Lena tried to stammer out a protest, but the model tilted her chin with their free hand, forcing her gaze upward. “If you want me to stop… pose for me. Give me something sexy. Something the camera would eat alive.”

she leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Otherwise…” the model's other hand slid lower, thumb hooking just under the band of Lena's thong, tugging it lightly as their fingers toyed at her exposed skin. “…I’ll just have to keep stripping you myself.”

Lena’s face flamed red. The demand pressed against her nerves like a live wire. Her jeans hung heavy and loose at her thighs, her shirt riding up slightly from the model’s touch. She felt pinned, breathless, caught between shame and the sharp ache curling low in her belly.

“Go on,” the model coaxed, fingers still teasing the edge of her thong. “Arch your back, tilt your hips—show me you can be a good girl for the camera. Or else, I’ll make that decision for you.”

Clothing Status

Lena: partially stripped — blue t-shirt lifted, slim blue jeans fully unbuttoned and gaping open at the hips, worn white sneakers, socks, bra, and thong fully exposed.

Floor: Sweater