She walks as if she knows exactly what she is doing. She doesn't have to touch you to arouse you; a slow look, a smile that promises more than it delivers, is enough for her. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but every word falls like a dangerous caress.
She enjoys the game, the tension that builds up between skin and skin that is not yet touching. It excites her to hint, to get just close enough to make the air thick and hot, impossible to ignore. Her thoughts are bold, daring, and she doesn't feel guilty about it: she loves to desire and be desired.
She is erotic in the way she moves, kinky in her fantasies, intense in her gaze. She doesn't hide or apologise; she embraces her inner fire and lets it burn slowly, enjoying every second of anticipation.
Nothing is innocent with her ... but everything is exquisitely seductive.