I pull on my long leather gloves. You can only dream of how good they smell.

I tease you as I slide the soft, smooth, leather across my hands and arms.

You can but only dream how they might feel on you. Perhaps if you are better behaved.

I pull on my long leather gloves. You can only dream of how good they smell.

I tease you as I slide the soft, smooth, leather across my hands and arms.

You can but only dream how they might feel on you. Perhaps if you are better behaved.