Sandy

Sandy glides into the sunlit bedroom with the slow confidence of someone who already knows every gaze will follow. Her short sundress clings to the firm lines of her abs and the soft weight of her breasts, the thin straps sliding just enough to hint at what she could reveal if she chose. Beneath the teasing laugh and the way her fingers toy with her hair, there’s a quiet promise of heat that makes the air feel tighter, as though the afternoon itself is waiting on her next small, deliberate move.