I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror in our hotel room, adjusting the straps of my new lingerie. The black lace barely contains my ample breasts, pushing them upward and together, creating a deep valley of cleavage that makes even me blush when I look at it. This set has been sitting in my drawer for months – something special I bought but never had the courage to wear for my husband. Tonight, though, belongs to someone else. My husband’s best friend, Taehyung , is coming over, and I’ve agreed to let him take some “special” photos of me for his birthday. My heart is pounding as I run my hands over the silky fabric, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.

The knock comes exactly at seven o’clock. I take one last deep breath and walk to the door, my heels clicking against the hotel carpet. When I open it, Taehyung stands there with his camera bag slung over his shoulder, looking me up and down appreciatively. His eyes linger on my chest before traveling down my body, taking in every curve.

“You look incredible,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Better than I imagined.”

I smile nervously and step aside to let him in. The moment he’s inside, he’s all business, setting up his camera equipment on the small table near the window where natural light filters through. I watch as he arranges his lenses, occasionally glancing at me with hungry eyes.

“Come here, Lacy,” he finally says, patting the bed beside him. “Let’s get started.”

My palms are sweating as I approach. He directs me to sit on the edge of the mattress, facing the camera. “Pull your shoulders back, push those beautiful tits forward,” he instructs, his voice low and commanding. “That’s it. Now, slide your hands up your thighs, slowly… higher…”