The New Bra
"She said “She wanted a new bra that hugged her a certain way”"
Standing behind your naked formMy hands become your braCupping your warmthMy fingers moulding to your formThen my fingers start to squeezeShaping them for my pleasurePressing harder now,Leaving finger printsMy thumbs flick over your nipplesLike windscreen wipersMoving with urgencyYou are at...