MsT's Simple Cantina

Part of my next story ...

Sliding my fingers inside my waistband I slowly begin to slide the material down over my hips, the material riding low on my body as my fingers move to my navel. My eyes open as I stare back at you, hands moving to grip the waistband of my shorts, gently tugging it lower on my hips, sighing softly as it slides soundlessly to the floor. My eyes still locked with yours, I step forward, one foot catching the shorts and kicking them to the side, my body still swaying to the music, hands moving over my hips, lifting to cup my breasts beneath the gaping shirt.
 
Moving closer to you as you struggle in the chair, your moans growing louder as more and more of my body is exposed to your gaze, my hands lift to reach out and caress your face, my nails gently raking against your cheeks as I sway my hips closer to your aching body. my hands lift to rest against your shoulders as I lean forward to whisper in your ear, my breasts brushing against your body, nipples hardening as they rub against the material of your shirt, my warm breath washing over your neck as the words flow past my lips “I hope you’re enjoying this Sir? “
 
Last one ...

Moving back to the front as I continue to hum along with the song, my hands lifting to grip the waistband of my lace panties as I move to stand between your knees, leaning forward, breasts brushing lightly against your face, a nipple dancing teasingly against your lower lip. Moaning loudly as I feel your tongue dart out against the hard nub, my hands stilled momentarily as a slight shudder passes through my body, pressing closer against your lips as my hands push my panties lower, sliding them easily over my tight ass.
 
Last one ...

Moving back to the front as I continue to hum along with the song, my hands lifting to grip the waistband of my lace panties as I move to stand between your knees, leaning forward, breasts brushing lightly against your face, a nipple dancing teasingly against your lower lip. Moaning loudly as I feel your tongue dart out against the hard nub, my hands stilled momentarily as a slight shudder passes through my body, pressing closer against your lips as my hands push my panties lower, sliding them easily over my tight ass.
I feel like I've been over-served, and I'm very OK with that!! ;)
 
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