I know you watch me. I’ve seen you standing there with your eyes glued to my body as I move. I’ve seen you stroking your cock as I glide across my bedroom floor, dressing and undressing.
I take my time sliding my bra strap off of my shoulder and slipping my panties down my silky thighs. I bend over to remove them in slow motion, knowing all the while that I have you enthralled. We both know that you’re helpless to resist me.
I tease you with my motions, with the pre-tension that I don’t even know you’re there. You want me to acknowledge you, don’t you? What would you give to have me simply turn and look at you? What would you do to have me raise a simple finger in your direction, beckoning you to me? You’d do anything, give anything to have that smallest of notice offered to you, wouldn’t you?
You know that I’m aware of you. You know that I’m only pretending to be unaware for a reason. You want me, you want my attentions so badly, don’t you? Well, you know there’s only one way to get it.
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