Andre Holland

the crowd. As you lock the door behind you and turn to face me, you will see me raising my skirt to my waist, revealing my intricate lingerie, all lace and straps and clasps, sheer black nylons and high-heeled shoes. My eyes will meet yours as I stand smiling naughtily before you, holding my skirt high with both hands, exposed, naked, haughty and beautiful. You kiss me and my lips and tongue melt into yours as your hand slides gently down to my crotch, across the soft ridge of my mons, feeling the thick, silken hair of my pussy beneath your palm, hearing me moan softly as your fingertips tease my stiff, swollen clit, feeling my body spasm and hearing the soft wet noises your fingers make sliding into my wet hole of wanton delights. A woman is born a