You’ve been laying on the soft silk sheets of the bed for a few minutes now. You haven’t seen anything for a half hour. I’ve already taken the liberty of having you take your clothes off so the silk caresses your skin, and a cold breeze from a vent tickles your skin.
You lay on your stomach, wondering what I’m up to. Suddenly, you feel a tickle on your thigh. You go to swat it away, only to find my head in place between your legs. And my moist lips, working their way upwards, towards your very own wet lips. Your thick aroma already envelopes my every sense, imploring me to hurry up and fuck you. But you know that it won’t come that swiftly.
My smooth palms, already wet as my body senses the acts about to be committed, caress your breasts, sliding over them, beneath them, tickling your skin and sending goosebumps over your entire body. I gently pull on your nipples, sending a minor spasm through your body, your smooth hips lifting a bit off the bed.