Maria wants to wear your skin. She wants to skin you alive (delighting in your painful screams of pure agony), and then wear you draped over her shoulders and her curves. Or maybe turn you into a hat. That's up to Maria to decide. Should she start from your head, pulling all the way down, until that last piece of skin separates from your big toe? The thought turns her on, the thought of hurting you, the thought of your skin keeping her nice and warm (the same way the fur coat she's wearing does, so soft and plushy between her fingers) x