She smirked and walked over to the nightstand, found a tiny remote on there and hit a button. A song (Santana - Black magic woman (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7pi1fQtliM&feature=related#)) started playing and she walked slowly over to the middle of the floor, swaying her hips to the sensual rhythm of the guitar and flashing him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. She took her time, letting the long silk robe slip off her shoulders and down her arms, then finally to the floor.<br/><br/>She was wearing a black babydoll, satin cups pushing her breasts into generous swells and airy fabric dancing around her tummy as she moved, the hem brushing her hips where a black satin thong hugged her curves.<br/><br/>When the song changed, a voice sounded in the room, she started swaying sensually to the music, pushing into her curves and openly accenting just about every asset.<br/><br/>She mouthed the lyrics as she moved over to the bed, winking playfully and grabbing the bedpost. She dropped down to a crouch and then stretched out her legs, butt first- then her back in a long arch until her chest followed the make-do pole into a straight position.<br/><br/>She reached out a hand for him to take, and when he did, she pulled him to the floor, turning her back to him and swaying her body generously into his. By the time the song ended and another less dynamic took its place, she felt comfortably aroused and excited.<br/><br/>"Your move." She  smiled and wiggled her butt into him.<br/>