It's not always garters, lace, satin, and silk. Sometimes I throw My hair in a bun and attack him as soon as I get back from a run -- no makeup and sweaty. The leggings are tighter than tight, but what he's really after in under the cutout ensemble.

That green thong.

How badly does he wish he could and come back to life as that little trip of fabric between my cheeks? I let him see what it'd be like, for just a moment ... and perhaps when he wakes up from a KO, maybe it's my bare ass on his face.

He's so cute when he's disoriented.