Even at this cruel distance, I can feel your hand slipping through the belted mesh, coaxing my hips to the height of your hard and jutting flesh; I can feel your ragged breath as your fingers travel my slender back, stopping suddenly at the small to spread my cheeks shamelessly wide open, to expose to your hungry gaze the pouting, wanton cunt gleaming its need, dripping its want, forever and always, for you.
FOLLOW THE MINX
Oh, what a sexy post. x
Thank you so much, Nick…
Exquisitely written-An abundance of visual in a short piece – very erotic…
peace and love
1ManView
I’m touched you think so highly of this, 1ManView…
la la la la…… lovely weather we’re having….. not thinking about your post one bit……DAMN IT!… got me again 🙂 xx
I see my wicked plan has come off without a hitch… 😉
It just goes to show you distance is not insurmountable as I glide my hand over your porcelain skin.
My skin is relieved to know and feel that…
How ’bout that European Union?
If the only thought this post inspires is Brexit, then I clearly need to lift my game…
I can duly attest to the old addage that distance makes the heart grow fonder.. and fonder. And to fondle and coax a mesh clad Minx.. well that’s just the stuff of dreams. (wet ones)
Then bring on the (wet) dreaming, bhp…
You definitely drew me in… oh, if only for real…
That’s quite the incredible compliment, Elliott…
I just got back from holiday, and I saw this post.
Thanks for banishing the post-holiday blues, Ma’am.
You’re the best! 🙂
It is always my pleasure, Ian. Feel free to send through any upcoming holiday dates for future blues banishment… 😉
Distance makes me crave for this even more… xo