I unfasten hair clips, freeing pent-up tendrils to frame your face like a pretty picture.
You flutter as my lips travel from your lips to your collarbone. Silently, I curse the fabric caging your beautiful breasts, then savor the flesh liberated with each unbuttoned button.
“Please,” you beg, and I nibble my way to your waistband.
The skirt easily falls, in contrast to your sticky panties. Naughty girl.
I bury my nose in your feminine scent and tease with a single lick while you tremble with desire.
My finger taps a shoe in careful contemplation.
No, the red stilettos stay.
