You fall to your knees, next to the couch, for the pleasure ..
Added 2020-01-27 04:48:50 +0000 UTCYou fall to your knees, next to the couch, for the pleasure I take in viewing it, for the pleasure of begging for me to spread my long, powerful legs for you. I hand you lotion and a razor instead. Let you trace every inch of my calves and thighs with the thick, shiny, dripping mess in your hands. The skin feels smooth, fresh and firm under your hands, and the soft little thing between your legs grows instinctively hard and insistent. I trace over the outline of it with my toes, feeling it jerk temptingly with the rhythm of their play.
