Do you want me to teach you what real weakness means in the knees? I’m your personal in garter stockings. These bends are designed to make your fingers forget about decency, and your lips forget about all the exes. My whispers burn hotter than your palms on my skin when I slowly move my tongue along the edge of your lips. You know what the best part is? When the lust becomes so dense that it can be cut with a knife. When my fingernails are stuck in your shoulders just as you realize - this pussy is made for your pleasure only. How many seconds will it take before you rip this dress off me? Hurry up, sweetie. I’m already wet from the thought of how you will... punish me for such insolence.