You can’t keep your eyes off them. You already didn’t stand a chance, and when my long sculpted legs are wrapped in tight latex stockings you have no option but to succumb.

Lose yourself in them. So shiny. So smooth. The gloss encasing the whole length of my legs erodes the last of your free will.

Let your eyes wander up and down the length of my legs, and admit that you don’t stand a chance.

Kneel, puppy.