Inspection
She stands there before him naked, toes curling and flexing nervously. Hands by her side fingers aimlessly tapping her thighs as she waits. Biting her bottom lip, anxious that he likes what he sees. Hair tousled and messy cascading down her shoulders, resting lightly on her breasts, gently caressing her skin with the soft movement of her breathing. He sits there watching intently, drinking in the scene before him. Watching her soft delicate toes as the wriggle, over her legs, watching her soft...