The enigma of ebony

In a world where beauty was both a curse and a gift, 18-year-old Ebony lay on her bed, her dark skin glistening under the moonlight. Her nappy hair cascaded down her back in thick curls, while her narrow yet beautiful face was framed by heavy lipstick that seemed to glow in the dim light. Around her neck rested a pink leather collar, a remnant of a past she had long since moved on from. Her plump, pink lips were slightly parted, a mischievous glint in her eye as she imagined the touch of smooth fingers against her soft, supple skin. The metal braces on her teeth jingled softly as she shifted, the sound lost in the quiet of the night. She knew what came next—her body was ready, willing, and able to give pleasure, no matter the cost.