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The teasing is over and Lisa knows it. She leans back against the cold stone with a lazy, dangerous grin, one hand drifting along her jaw while the other tugs at lace that was only ever meant to be taken off. The bra slips, the garter straps pull tight against her bronze skin, and her blush deepens as she stops pretending this is a staring contest. Every pose is a dare, and every glance asks who will look away first. 焦らしの時間は終わり、リサもそれを分かっている。 冷たい石壁に背を預け、気だるくも危険な笑みを浮かべながら、片手で顎のラインをなぞり、もう片方の手は脱がされるためだけにあるようなレースを引っ張る。 ブラがずれ落ち、ガーターのストラップが褐色の肌に食い込み、にらめっこのふりをやめた彼女の頬がいっそう赤く染まる。 どのポーズも挑発で、どの視線も先に目をそらすのはどちらかと問いかけている。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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