Imagine your hands carefully massaging my neck's tense, almost painful muscles. It is a sweet dream, isn't it? It takes nothing for my soft, delicate pale skin to turn red and this seduces you even more. You cannot help but watch my saliva flow down my throat and my fingers squeeze and pinch my Adam's apple. How could you look away?

Imagine your hands carefully massaging my neck's tense, almost painful muscles. It is a sweet dream, isn't it? It takes nothing for my soft, delicate pale skin to turn red and this seduces you even more. You cannot help but watch my saliva flow down my throat and my fingers squeeze and pinch my Adam's apple. How could you look away?