I saw you watching me try on velvet jackets at a store, and you brazenly followed me home. It's not the first time this has happened. I tell you that I sensed your fetish for velvet, and that I share it as well. Many men love it, and I love having velvet admirers. You can enjoy feeling the velvet, and feeling my body as you touch and fuck me, but I don't want to tell you my name or ever see you again after this. The sensual fabric rubs against our skin as we fuck each other, working us into a velvet frenzy. Remember, I don't want to know your name or let you know mine.