

Take a minute, or 5, to appreciate my legs. They radiate heat throughout this thin latex, they're long, powerful, and should I want - perfect for ensnaring you and pulling you closer. They deserve to be worshipped, from the stiff leather of my patent shoes, the arches of my perfect feet, the long length of my calves, all the way up my strong thighs. They deserve to be kissed, massaged, savoured. Every inch you climb up my legs will make you ache more and more. Where would I let you finish your worship? The welt of my stockings - right before you find the bare flesh of my thighs, or higher? Receiving your most careful ministrations turns me on, if you please me enough, if you make *me* ache, maybe I'll let your tongue continue climbing higher, to the point between my thighs. Actually rather than 5 minutes to think about my legs, maybe you should make it 15.