The Goddess in Stockings Took Him to Heaven and Back

She wasn't just a woman — she was a goddess. Aphrodite stepped out into the night like she owned it. Wrapped in sheer black nylon stockings, lace panties that hugged her waist perfectly, and a garter belt that framed her ass like it was art. A matching bra lifted her breasts just enough to make every breath feel like a temptation. On her feet — black heels that echoed her power with every step. She found him at the bar. One glance. One smile. He was already under her spell. They ended up in a five-star hotel room in the heart of London. She played music, stood in front of him, and began to move. Like a ritual. Like worship. Like slow-burning lust. Every sway of her hips thickened the air, every breath pulled him deeper into her world. Her body glowed with arousal, her eyes sparkled with dominance. He was aching. She was ready. But she still danced… savoring the ache, feeding the tension. Until he snapped. And that's when she let him have her.