Chapter 66: SWAYING
The morning sun was still gentle as Sarah glided onto the training field of Residential Hill, her steps barely making a sound on the polished stone.
The empty facility felt private, the air full of birdsong and the sweet scent of dew-kissed grass. With only a handful of clouds drifting by, the space felt just for her.
Sarah’s body was a sight made for hungry eyes—her black top clung to every curve, stretching tight across her chest, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric each time a breeze swept in.
Her shorts clung to her hips, riding high and leaving her smooth, toned thighs bare and beckoning.
Already, tiny beads of sweat formed at her throat and collarbone, catching the early light, making her skin shimmer.
She gripped her wooden sword and raised it high, her arms above her head, the movement arching her back and making her breasts push forward.
As she brought the sword down, the swing was sharp but sensual—her hips rolling with each lunge, her ass tightening and relaxing, barely contained by the hem of her shorts.
Each motion seemed exaggerated, almost like an unspoken invitation, hips swaying as if she were cloaked in music instead of silence.
With every swing, her breathing deepened, chest rising and falling—hard enough now that the outline of her boobs was impossible to ignore as they strained against her tight top.
A droplet of sweat traced down between them, glistening before disappearing into the neckline.