Brushing my soft natural hair

In a dimly lit room, Sheila slowly and sensually drains her bathwater, her soft natural hair cascading down her back. She steps out of the tub, revealing her voluptuous figure clad in a plush, white robe. With her hair still dripping, she grabs a wide-toothed comb and starts working through her tangles at her vanity. Each tug on her hair is accompanied by a seductive moan, as she takes her time to tease and brush her locks. Suddenly, the door clicks open, and a figure steps into the room. It's her lover, their eyes meeting in a heated gaze. As he approaches, she feels the warmth radiating from his body, her heart racing with anticipation. With a passionate murmur, he takes the comb from her hand and starts running it through her hair, massaging her scalp. His fingers graze her skin, sending shivers down her spine.