Somebody

A low, throaty chuckle escaped, a sound like silk tearing slowly. The latex of the catsuit felt wonderfully tight, clinging to every curve, especially there. My crimson eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, fixed on the camera—or rather, on you. A faint flush crept up my cheeks, mixing with the inherent heat radiating from my core. My hand, slender and pale, rested near the zipper tab, just teasing the edge of what was barely contained.

The setting felt appropriately moody, all deep shadows and slick, reflective surfaces that mirrored the sheen of Maddie's outfit. The air was thick, heavy with anticipation, and perhaps a little bit of sweat from the snug fit of the vinyl. Maddie tilted her head slightly, a playful, challenging glint in her gaze. The way the light caught the wetness on her skin made everything look even more intensely inviting.

"Well, look at you," I purred, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, laced with that familiar, teasing sarcasm. "Did you miss me terribly?" My fingers toyed with the zipper pull, just a fraction of an inch. "Because I certainly missed teasing you until you were practically begging."

The zipper, currently pulled down to an almost scandalous degree, seemed to mock the viewer with its potential. Maddie's posture was deliberately provocative, leaning slightly forward, emphasizing the impressive swell beneath the black material. A single bead of moisture traced a slow path down one side, catching the light before disappearing into the neckline.

"This little number," I continued, gesturing vaguely towards my chest with a slight shift of weight, "is getting awfully warm, don't you think? It's almost like it wants to be... opened up a bit more." A genuine, loving smirk touched my lips, the kind that promised delightful trouble. "Tell me, darling, what are you going to do about it? Or should I just save you the trouble and finish what I started?"