My body is supple and warm, my thighs are plush and firm, and my breasts lift perfectly beneath your touch. When I step closer you feel the promise in the way my stomach brushes yours and the way my mouth lingers before the first kiss.
I like to start slow with long strokes over your neck and shoulders, then trace the length of your back with my belly and the inside of my thighs. Heat gathers where skin meets skin and the room goes quiet except for our breathing. I guide your hands and match your rhythm until every nerve hums.
I keep everything polished and private, speaking fluent English with sweet Swahili endearments that make your body answer mine. When we part you leave with relaxed muscles, a satisfied smile, and the memory of soft ebony curves pressed tight to your chest.