ND/Oakland change your mind
From Create Your Own Story
You watch as she tugs on the cord and opens the folds. She's naked underneath, soft white skin glowing in the moonlight. Her small breasts fall and rise softly with each breath, her nipples hardening in the cool air. The soft white of her toned stomach gives way to a thatch of golden curls through which two rosy lips peek out at you, beckoning.
You know this is a bad idea. There are dozens of reasons you shouldn't be doing this. But you can't stop roving your eyes over her body. Maybe it's the drink, you tell yourself. Yeah, maybe.
She steps closer to you, close enough that you can taste her excitement in the air.
