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The evening was unusually silent, with a soft, soothing ambiance created by the dim lighting in the room. The drapes swayed gently from an open window, allowing the light from the setting sun to paint a golden hue over everything. A soft melody played in the background, setting the mood just right.
She stood before the mirror, eyeing herself, her gaze contemplative. The satin babydoll she wore was new, a recent addition to her collection, chosen explicitly for its soft and smooth texture. The material cascaded over her body like a silken waterfall, shimmering with each motion she made, and the deep shade of red accentuated the fairness of her skin. The thin straps sat delicately on her shoulders, with the babydoll cut just right to tease a hint of her cleavage.
As she admired herself, she couldn’t help but run her fingers over the fabric, feeling its cool and slippery texture. The sensation was enthralling, each touch sending a tiny shiver down her spine. She gently trailed her fingers along the hem, which stopped tantalizingly midway down her thighs. The babydoll’s almost sheer lace allowed her to get a faint view of the matching satin underwear underneath.
With her back to the mirror, she took a moment to glimpse over her shoulder, admiring the way the fabric clung to the curves of her back and hips. The babydoll was backless, exposing a vast expanse of her soft, creamy skin. The feeling of being both concealed and revealed was incredibly arousing.
