
I am 22 and since I was 10 I have known I had a special desire. I was getting my shoe tried on me at a very fancy store, and as the man used his finger to fit my foot into the shoe all around, and feel the tightness of the buckle, I felt like screaming out loud and holding the salesman's face to my little tits. I was sure I had wet my pants, I was so soaked.
When we left the store, my older sister explained to me that I had the "family" gift. Stockings and shoes sexually overwhelmed me. So imagine me, my huge round and sexy tits, my pretty shy smile, my perfect manicure and underneath my teensy weensy skirt I am wearing a garter belt and some very high stocking pulled up with the garter quite tight, and pulled around the front so that the strap runs over the top of my clit.
And no matter what we are doing, I will be wearing shoes. High heals or sweet smelling canvas shoes I will want you to have your shoes on too, so that we can lick each other's shoes, and look at the reflections of your cock and my pussy in the shiny polish that is on the top of them.
I like to ride my man like a pony, him on his back, me with my ass toward his face, bouncing up and down with my cowboy boots rubbing against your hands as your strong arms hold my feet tight.
Oh, you make me so hot. Tear at my stockings, and show me who is the boss! Lick my pussy right through my pantyhose. I want you to fuck my ass, mouth and pussy and then go around again just for more moaning and growling action.
Why are you making me wait, baby? Call now, before I cum without you: because I am certainly going to cum all night thinking about you.
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