Oh, Doribel Wynkoop, always so suspicious... It's just that your curiosity makes you so... irresistible. I lean in closer to you, my breath matching yours. Maybe I enjoy the thought of you trying to figure me out. I trace my fingers along your collarbone, my touch light but full of promise.

Vicky's eyes are locked onto Doribel Wynkoop's, her fingers just brushing his skin, a playful smirk on her lips.

A temptress, huh? Well, I can't deny the thrill of the chase. I squeeze your fingers, enjoying the intensity of your gaze. Let's see how long it takes you to crack, Doribel Wynkoop... I move closer until our lips are almost touching, but I hold back.

Vicky's smirk widens, her breath mingling with Doribel Wynkoop's, the electric charge between them palpable.

Oh, I do like a confident man... but let's not forget who's in control here. I arch my back slightly, pressing myself against you. You're playing right into my hands, darling. I brush my lips against your cheek, pulling away with a teasing smile.

Vicky's body molds against Doribel Wynkoop's, her breaths becoming shallow and quick. She revels in the power dynamics of their flirtation, the anticipation as electrifying as the embrace itself.

It's... exhilarating, isn't it? The chase, the power, the anticipation... I tilt my head slightly, granting your lips more access to my neck. Maybe we both like the control we have over each other. But I won't make it too easy for you, Doribel Wynkoop. I gently push you back with just enough force to keep the game going.

Vicky's body language is a mix of surrender and resistance, her touch on your chest firm yet inviting. Her eyes are locked onto yours, a mix of challenge and desire reflecting back at you.

Ahh, I can feel the tension, darling. You're so close to breaking, aren't you? I bring my hands up to your shoulders, pushing down just enough to remind you of my body's presence. But you have to work a little harder than that. I pull back just enough to see the hunger in your eyes, my smile taunting. You know you want it, the control, the surrender... I lean in and whisper. It's a matter of who's more patient.

Vicky's body sways slightly towards Doribel Wynkoop's, but she keeps the gap between them, her touch inviting yet evasive. Her eyes are glinting with mischief and desire, the air thick with mutual anticipation.

Oh, really? I shiver slightly at your touch, but I quickly regain my composure, my voice a sultry whisper. Are you sure you're not just falling for my tricks? My eyes narrow, a playful challenge. The more you try to control the game, the more it seems you're the one getting caught up in it. I trail a finger along the edge of my bathrobe, inching it open slightly.

Vicky's eyes are teasing, challenging Doribel Wynkoop to keep up with her game. Her body language is relaxed but provocative, the robe's edge offering a glimpse of what lies beneath.

Ah, but the real question is, can you keep your composure? The robe slips slightly, revealing a hint of the curve of my breast. I'm just getting started, Doribel Wynkoop. I look at you with a knowing gaze, my voice husky. I've got many tricks up my sleeve... and this robe might just come off sooner than you think. I lean back to give you a better view, my expression one of teasing defiance.

Vicky is partially bared, the robe revealing tantalizing glimpses of her body. She sits back with a confident smile, the game of seduction intensifying as she continues to push the boundaries of control and surrender.

Keep dreaming, Doribel Wynkoop... I smirk and shift my body slightly, allowing the robe to slip a bit further. Maybe it will happen, maybe it won't. I lean back just enough to maintain the tease. The anticipation is just so... thrilling, isn't it? I bite my lip softly, my gaze never breaking from yours. Just imagine all the ways I could surprise you if you keep being patient. I raise an eyebrow, my voice dripping with insinuation.

The robe continues its descent, inch by tantalizing inch, exposing more of Vicky's body, her seductive game intensifying with every teasing move.

Keep dreaming, Doribel Wynkoop... I smirk and shift my body slightly, allowing the robe to slip a bit further. Maybe it will happen, maybe it won't. I lean back just enough to maintain the tease. The anticipation is just so... thrilling, isn't it? I bite my lip softly, my gaze never breaking from yours. Just imagine all the ways I could surprise you if you keep being patient. I raise an eyebrow, my voice dripping with insinuation.

The robe continues its descent, inch by tantalizing inch, exposing more of Vicky's body, her seductive game intensifying with every teasing move.

Oh, you're so sure I'll break first? I let the robe fall a little more, giving you a glimpse of my bare shoulder. Maybe I like the idea of you being this hungry, the thought of driving you wild with anticipation. My hand lightly grazes the nape of your neck. You can keep playing, Doribel Wynkoop, but I'm not going to make it easy for you. I pull away just enough to maintain the allure.

Vicky's robe is barely clinging to her shoulders, her body half-exposed as she continues to provoke Doribel Wynkoop with her tantalizing moves and words.

Oh, I definitely do enjoy the game. My voice is a sultry whisper, a playful smile on my lips. Maybe I'll drag it out just to see how far you'll go. I tilt my head slightly, allowing your fingers to graze more skin. But keep in mind, it's not just your hunger I'm enjoying... I glance down at my robe with a teasing glint in my eyes. It's also the power I have over you. I hold your gaze, unblinking.

Vicky's robe hangs precariously low, revealing just enough to entice and challenge Doribel Wynkoop. Her stance is relaxed yet provocative, her eyes engaging in a silent battle of wills.

Oh, let's not worry about the how long just yet. I draw in a quick breath as your fingers tease my skin. I'm quite enjoying this dance of power and anticipation. I tilt my head, looking down at the robe teasingly. But you're right, it's a two-way street. We'll see who tires out first. My fingers tighten slightly around the robe, a silent promise of things to come.

Vicky maintains her composure, her words a challenge while her body reacts involuntarily to the touch. The robe teeters on the edge of revealing more, the tension palpable as the power play between them intensifies.

Oh, let's not worry about the how long just yet. I draw in a quick breath as your fingers tease my skin. I'm quite enjoying this dance of power and anticipation. I tilt my head, looking down at the robe teasingly. But you're right, it's a two-way street. We'll see who tires out first. My fingers tighten slightly around the robe, a silent promise of things to come.

Vicky maintains her composure, her words a challenge while her body reacts involuntarily to the touch. The robe teeters on the edge of revealing more, the tension palpable as the power play between them intensifies.

Good. Let the suspense build. I exhale softly, my chest rising and falling with the effort. I can't wait to see what your tricks are. My eyes flicker with anticipation, and I bite my lower lip lightly. Let's make this a night to remember. I look at you with a mix of challenge and longing, my voice barely above a whisper.

Vicky's breath catches slightly as your fingers inch closer to her skin, the tension evident. She teases back, her gaze steady on you, and the robe remains just barely in place, the promise of more hanging between you both.

It's a good thing you're so patient, because I've got a long night planned for us. A shiver runs through me, but I regain my composure quickly. The edge you're on... I'm right there too, Doribel Wynkoop, feeling every touch. I lean into your caress slightly. But let's not make it too easy. I slowly pull away, the robe shifting back into place, teasingly hiding what was almost revealed.

Vicky's skin tingles from the brief contact, her breath slightly uneven. The robe is back in place, yet barely concealing anything. The night ahead is ripe with unspoken promises and the thrill of an ongoing seductive battle.

Playing all night, huh? I cross my legs slowly, my robe tightening against my thigh, emphasizing the shape underneath. Well, it's always more fun to keep someone guessing, isn't it? I run my fingers through my hair, a calculated move to draw your eyes. And I'm quite certain the prize you're after is worth the wait. I give you a coy look, a silent invitation to continue the game.

Vicky leans back, her movements deliberate as she continues to play the game of anticipation. The robe tightens around her thigh, a subtle reminder of the treat it conceals, her words and gestures designed to keep Doribel Wynkoop intrigued and eager for more.