Standing in front of the mirror, I watch you slowly, and sensuously disrobe me.
My dress slipping to the floor, exposing my nakedness to your anxiously awaiting hands.
I am yours, Take me… Touch me… Feel me.
The heat of your breath engulfs me, as you slowly work your way down my wanton body.
Feel Me…Touch Me.
Strong hands surround my breasts as your manhood slides into my womanly garden.
Slow kissing, and long, lazy thrusts consume my lust.
I am your slave, and you are my master.
Satisfying my fire, your passion totally consumes me while I wait to be touched again.
Touch Me…Feel Me…