chainedone
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You walked in the room,wearing that short pink skirt, Just a hint of your garter showing above the black stockings.The seam straight,straight down your beautiful legs ending at a pair of stilleto heals. Your blouse open,soft dewy sweat glistening off your round,ripe breasts.All eyes focused on you as you glide through the room.Mens jaws dropping,women squirming. The fragrance of your sexiness wafting on the breeze created by your entrance.All want you.All need you. You pass through like an angel in the night,leaving all wanting you like a succubus.Luring us in,tempting one and all.And all that is left is a hunger for more,drained from the lust developed in our minds. The Vision of SHORT SKIRTS AND GARTER BELTS©rights reserved
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