Barefooted threading the wooden boards. Each step soft as silk. The weaving web of a temptress that fills the dark air with a silent echo that travels the course of my spine to ready me for what I must do. Taking your hips I place you before me. mapping each curve and turn with my eyes. A hand drops below your knee and begins to sprawl up up your thigh. Your dress a helpless passenger. My fingers trace your pantyline with a watchful forbidden touch. Suddenly my hands violently clasp your
ass. Kicking your feet apart I force you down to straddle me and you feel my hardness bulging as you bounce and settle.......