Imagine the scenario: I stroll into the gym, my perfect form captivating your attention as I move through my routine. Your gaze fixates on the hypnotic sway of my sculpted curves, each movement a tantalizing distraction. But I’m not content to be merely a source of future fantasies.
No, I’d approach you directly, catching you in the act of ogling. Your arousal betrays you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. As you struggle to conceal your desire, I confront you, calling out your perversion without hesitation.
Caught off guard, you’re instantly aroused, your attempts to flee thwarted by the shame of being discovered. Should we keep this encounter our little secret? The choice is yours, but remember, your compliance is the price of my discretion.
