Do you ever find yourself watching that sweet teen next door and wondering what it is about me that makes you want me so desperately bad? If you’ve been lusting after me for quite some time, you’ll find eroticism in the most simplistic actions.
Maybe it’s the crossing and the uncrossing of my legs while I sit in the front row in school. Perhaps, it’s the way I dangle my shoes by my toes. Sometimes when I apply lip gloss with the tiny soft little brush, you imagine what that might feel like, that little soft brush on the underside of your cock, or how my glossy lips might taste when you run your tongue over first the top lip, then the bottom. When I twirl my hair around my finger, over and over again, until I finally let the tendril of hair escape, to fall gently on my neck, you might imagine your lips there.
When I walk by you in the grocery store, do you take in the fresh scent of me? Do you notice the soft little hairs on my legs when I wear the little jean skirts, or the way my tank top fits me so perfectly. There are these erotic little moments that happen that we’re not even aware of. When I become aware of the little things that turn you on, beware. That’s when I’ll take my time with the little soft brush dipped in bubble gum flavored gloss. I’ll exaggerate the rubbing together of my lips, trace the neck of my tank top, rub my own foot back and forth against my calf, while looking up at you with look of innocence that only a barely legal tease can deliver.
Anticipation.
Take a moment to let it build, then give me a call.
Written By: Emma
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