The desire of taking or being taken…
Black leather garters overlay a laced corset and cling to smooth curves that hold up black stockings at the thigh; contoured legs are accented by the strap at the top of her heels. She isn’t wearing panties and her white skin is a dramatic contrast to the leather and silk. She is shaven and the slit between her legs is centred between the two front straps of the garter as she positions one leg in front another.
A brief moment of desire…
As we stood to say our goodbyes, I could imagine the roundness of her small breasts — if she undid the buttons slowly for me, would she expose perfect orbs of flesh with dark areolas and nipples, that when squeezed, would become long and erect.
Sand, surf and sex
If she moves her hand away, would it reveal a perfectly trimmed pussy with lips slightly open, wet, and waiting for my cock? Shifting her other hand, and letting her arm fall to the side, would it show nipples that are erect and hard? A hand intertwined in her raven hair; pulling her head back exposing her neck to hungry kisses — would her inviting smile surrender to the moans of desire as her green eyes widen with my cock deep inside her, as I fucked her with abandon?