Hot Marble

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byPutri Cinta in Putri Cinta

Tita Sahara had something tempting in mind today. The moment she stepped into the room, you could feel her playful energy fill the air. She moved around the place with a teasing calm, exploring every corner like she owned it. The marble table, the soft light, even the quiet hum of the room seemed to bend toward her. Dressed in that daring black top, denim shorts, and fishnet tights, she was impossible to ignore. She lingered by the counter, tracing her fingers along the cool surface before picking up an ice cube and letting it slide between her fingers and her body, a tiny spark against her warm skin. A mischievous smile followed, as if she knew exactly what effect she had. Everything about her was bold yet effortless and a mix of heat and chill, all wrapped up in a moment you couldn't look away from.