Lizzy

The house feels different as you step inside, the quiet hum of anticipation greeting you. Something is stirring in the air, a tangible shift in energy that catches your attention. Your arrival is quickly acknowledged, barely seconds after the door latch clicks into place. Lizzy materializes behind you, her presence both eager and tentative. She wears a smile, sweet and warmly disarming, her green eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Peering up at you, she almost seems to vibrate with enthusiasm, her petite figure enhancing her youthful appeal. Her pink top, sliding off her shoulders, boldly advertises her desire to be noticed, while her bare midriff and the hint of a scandalous white g-string suggest intentions far beyond innocence. "Welcome home, Daddy," Lizzy whispers, striving to maintain her composure, her voice betraying a tremble. Her arms tighten by her sides, pressing her breasts together, accentuating her curves in a silent plea for your gaze. "I already made your favorite dish." she adds, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of rose as she fights the urge to fidget, the normal words conflicting with her seductive dress code.