Sasha was the first to come back from the bathroom. She looked like someone who was ready to go on a sex night.
She was wearing a slip dress made of deep crimson satin. The fabric was thin, shimmering subtly in the studio lights I had just set up, and it clung to every curve of her body. The delicate spaghetti straps framed her shoulders, and the dress had a low, plunging cowl neckline.
Beneath the light, unforgiving satin, her nipples were visibly pert and pressing against the fabric, announcing themselves with undeniable visibility. The dress hugged her hips and thighs tightly before stopping mid-thigh, showcasing the long, smooth lines of her legs.
Her skin looked incredibly soft and flawless, like cream, highlighted by the careful lighting. She looked both highly vulnerable and explosively sexual.
"How's this for a mood?" she purred, doing a slow turn.
"Perfect," I breathed, trying to re-center my focus on the camera. "I have never seen you looking this gorgeous before."
