I love your erotic play . . . your costumed display of lace plumage and silks in all their varied colors . . . The skin peeks from beneath whispering the promise of your passion and your warming desire . . . you move with a woman’s sway . . . . feeling the lace caress your naughty bits . . . your heat rising . . . matching the pulsing surge of my cock . . . you move to the bed and lie there waiting . . . As I take in the beauty of you, you spread your legs showing the damp spot on your knickers . . . yet another display of your desire to mate . . . I come to you on all fours . . . cock raging hard . . . I smell your arousal . . . nuzzle your crouch . . . cover it. . breath my hot breath on your swollen vulva . . . I feel you push up . . . grinding against my mouth . . . I slip your red panties off and lie between your long legs . . . my arms slip under your thighs . . . a finger rolls your clit under the soft flesh . . . my tongue collects your juices . . . your hand rests on my head . . . the mating begins . . . the pleasures accumulating . . . nerves more sensitive . . . getting ready for the push and pull . . . the pressures and fullness . . . the moving touch of bodies . . . the slow sensual glides and the urgent slaps . . . all driven by our DNA to fill and be filled . . . .

Such a sexy lace top.