Dress up.

I could wear the girly one.  The cute lit­tle plaid skirt with the pleats, the one that’s a lit­tle too short if I bend over.  The one that show the bows on the tops of my white stock­ings only if I cross my legs just right.  It looks just per­fect with my black mary janes, and the white but­ton down and a sweater vest.  And under­neath it the sim­ple white bra with the lit­tle pink lace, and the panties with the ruf­fles, so sweet and demure.  Two lit­tle bar­rettes to hold my hair back and just a hint of pink lip gloss…

I can imag­ine you would come home and smile.  I’d flirt and twirl, show­ing you the tops of those pretty white stock­ings.  And when you pushed my to my knees I would look up at you as my shiny pink lips engulfed your cock.  I’d suck it long and hard, tak­ing it down my throat as you thrust, and when you came I would swal­low all but the lit­tle bit I’d need to gloss my lips again…

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