Legs for days. Luscious lips. Eyes that entrance your weak little mind. You're already overstimulated, but it’s only just beginning. Every breath you take pulls you deeper into that warm, dizzy haze. Your body obeys before your thoughts can catch up. You’re on your knees, aching to lick my boots, but do you even deserve the privilege? Go on. Let it hit. Let it take over. Stroke a little more. You know you can’t say no to me, especially not like this