Chanel Camryn seductively purrs into the camera, her full lips parting to reveal her perfect white teeth. She runs her fingers through her luscious, curly hair as she sinks deeper into the plush red chair. Her gaze fixates on Freya Parker, who can't seem to tear her eyes away from Chanel's ample cleavage.
"You know," Chanel begins, her voice low and husky, "I've been wanting to play with you since I saw you watching me." She bites her bottom lip, causing Freya's heart to race.
"Don't be shy," Chanel purred, her fingers grazing Freya's exposed collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. "You can trespass all over me, baby."
Freya hesitates for only a moment before pressing her lips to Chanel's neck as she whispers the rest of the sentence, "but don't you dare mess up my makeup."
