I love the scent of you lingering on me, such sweet torment, My Lady. callsigncharlie: I’d like to be perfectly made up for a night out with you. My dress hanging up on the wardrobe door. My stockings freshly on. My heels fastened. My hair perfect. You’re in your suit trousers and unbuttoned shirt. Walking over to me fastening those cufflinks (you know the ones I mean). I lift my knees as you drop to yours. Giving me delicious pre-night out orgasms. Staying on your knees after as I slip my dress over my head, smoothing it down over my freshly serviced curves. Standing you, I do up the buttons of your shirt and help with your tie. Kiss you gently on the lips before we head out. No, of course you may not wash your face before we leave. I want you smelling of me as my clit tingles for you.
I love the scent of you lingering on me, such sweet torment, My Lady.

callsigncharlie:

I’d like to be perfectly made up for a night out with you. My dress hanging up on the wardrobe door. My stockings freshly on. My heels fastened. My hair perfect. You’re in your suit trousers and unbuttoned shirt. Walking over to me fastening those cufflinks (you know the ones I mean). I lift my knees as you drop to yours. Giving me delicious pre-night out orgasms. Staying on your knees after as I slip my dress over my head, smoothing it down over my freshly serviced curves. Standing you, I do up the buttons of your shirt and help with your tie. Kiss you gently on the lips before we head out. No, of course you may not wash your face before we leave. I want you smelling of me as my clit tingles for you.

(Source: eagerlicker, via precious-her)