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Chapter 11 by legion1986 legion1986

Touch the..

Tree

Elara gasped as the model’s hot breath brushed against her neck. She obeyed instinctively, pressing her hands against the rough bark of the closed tree.

The model’s hands slid over her bare back and chest, guiding her body with unerring control. Elara’s spine arched, and she bent forward, pushing her hips out, every nerve alive with the thrill of helplessness and anticipation.

Without warning, the model’s fingers found the waistband of her denim shorts. A quick, precise tug and the buttons popped one by one, the shorts loosening under expert hands. Elara’s butt peeked out, flushed and bare, as the denim slid lower, each tug deliberate.

The fabric pooled around her knees, then slipped to the mossy ground, leaving her exposed. The model’s hand lingered, caressing her bare cheeks before stepping back slightly, letting the thrill linger.

“Now,” the model’s voice whispered from nowhere, smooth and commanding, “drop them in the basket. Make it quick, my little thief.”

Before Elara could even turn, scanning for the elusive figure, the model had vanished once more, leaving only the faint echo of laughter in the trees and the growing pile of claimed clothing in the mossy clearing.


Clothing Status

Elara: white sneakers, socks, pale pink lace thong.

Model: Black lace bra, black lace thong, knee-high boots.

Basket Status: the model’s summer dress. Elara's lilac cropped tank top, pale pink lace bralette,

Mossy ground: pale blue high-waisted denim shorts.

Vanishing..

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