Soft light glides over my skin, reflecting from the shine of leather and the cold gleam of chains. Each movement makes them ring softly, echoing the rhythm of my pulse. I feel how the straps embrace my body, highlighting every curve, every line.<br>I walk toward the couch, the metal brushing against my skin — a mix of heat and chill that makes every motion sharper. Slowly, confidently, I begin to move. Each motion feels like a silent command, an invitation to watch. Under the light, my body becomes a living reflection of desire — strong, graceful, and free.<br>With every turn, the tension builds. The sound of the chains melts into the rhythm of my movements. I dissolve into the moment — in light, in motion, in sensation. The world narrows to leather, metal, and the pulse that grows deeper with every beat of the night.

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