You can’t stop starting at me can you? Even though you know that you shouldn’t. I mean you’re married, I’m less than half your age, and way out of your league. But it doesn’t stop you from fantasising. Fantasising about all of the things that get your motor going. Thinking about how perky and round my tits are, how tight and fit my ass is, the juiciness of my painted lips—all of it. But don’t think I don’t notice. I do, and my plan is to tease you until you just can’t take it.

You can’t stop starting at me can you? Even though you know that you shouldn’t. I mean you’re married, I’m less than half your age, and way out of your league. But it doesn’t stop you from fantasising. Fantasising about all of the things that get your motor going. Thinking about how perky and round my tits are, how tight and fit my ass is, the juiciness of my painted lips—all of it. But don’t think I don’t notice. I do, and my plan is to tease you until you just can’t take it.