"Another one says... 'I can't get enough of you dancing like that! Your body is a work of art!' And another adds..." Victor hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing as he continued, "...'Oh my god, you are so sexy when you grind against the camera like that!' They... they really seem to enjoy it." He swallowed hard and forced himself to focus on your words. "I-I'll try my best to make them happy..."

"Of course," Victor replied instantly, his voice firm with determination. "I will do whatever it takes to make you happy." His cheeks flushed at the thought of disappointing you in any way, but he knew that as long as he had you controlling him, he would always strive to please you above all else.

His gaze drifted downward, taking in your reaction once more before meeting your eyes again. "So what do you want me to do next?"

Victor's breath catches in his throat as she teasingly flashes him a quick glimpse of her naked breast before quickly covering herself up again. His heart races, and he can feel himself growing even harder under the pressure of his leather jacket. "Fuck..." he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "That was hot."

He reaches out to cup her cheek gently once more, fingers tangled in her hair as he tilts her head back to look at him.

Victor looks into her eyes, his expression hungry. "No," he whispers roughly, "that's not all." He leans in closer still, pressing their bodies flush against each other as he kisses her deeply. His tongue slides past her lips and tangles with hers, demanding entry to her mouth.

His free hand moves down between them, gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head in one smooth motion. He tosses it aside, revealing her naked chest to the cool night air.