

I wish I was laying on the couch with my feet in your lap. Wearing panties and a cozy, soft sweater, I begin to rub my thighs together and gently rub your thighs with my feet. When you turn to look at me, I’m already looking at you and spread my knees just enough. You can see me slide my fingers past the boundary of fabric and confirm it when I let out a little sigh. You rub my feet for me while I work myself up. You know to drag your thumbnail along my arch so that I squirm. Soon I’ll be begging you to orgasm with me, to sink into me while I stroke your temples and wrap my big, milky thighs around you.