Nail Polish Fetish

Do onto me what wicked women do. Create your fantasy with exhausting desire, as I watch. Loosening my tie, I sit in a stew of jealousy carefully drawing pleasure in my mind. You bend in my favor, sitting in a black chair full of glamour. Legs crossing as your golden robe gives away intimate secrets. I adjust accordingly in a chair not far from your eyes. You smile at me, but I don’t trust you yet. Pulling at the reflective drawer, you select a red hue decorated with fancy words. I ease back, not sure if this will be sufficient but I let you continue. Palms sweaty, I wait as you pull the brush out the glass tube like a sword. Could it be you are the princess and I am the knight? No, it’s foolish of me to think you would place me in your sexual world.

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