The next day...
Roxy admired the split on her left thigh, perfectly accentuated by her wheat-colored high-heeled tie-up shoes, exuding a sense of allure and vibrancy. It was a much-needed confidence boost that made her feel captivating and alive. Her hair, still subtly wavy from the previous day, received a touch of makeup—mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss—as part of her daily embellishment routine.
Just as she was about to leave, a vivid memory flooded Roxy's mind—Andrew had graciously escorted her home the night before. A satisfied smile graced her lips as she recalled the intense intimacy they shared. The memory of his strength effortlessly lifting her, the feeling of his strong arms engulfing her legs, and his face disappearing between her thighs replayed in her thoughts.
As Roxy clo
