I constantly see you staring at my soft, pale hands. I imagine you are wondering how your cock would feel with my hand wrapped around it stroking. Yawn! I can tell you that’s not what I’m fucking imagining. Come closer and I will tell you.
I find you at a coffee shop close to my home. I wonder what you’re doing here, as my neighborhood definitely isn’t your scene. You’re watching my every move. I do agree that my pale hands with shiny black nail polish is very sexy. Imagine it wrapped around your cock slowly stroking. Imagine my nails clawing your back while we’re fucking.
My hand is around your throat while I’m riding you. The more excited I get, the harder I squeeze. Don’t worry about my fucking pleasure. If you pass out, I’ll still ride your hard cock till I cum.
Once I am finished, I kick you to see if you move. No pulse either. Such a shame, and it all began because you craved my soft, pale hands.
