liky

While I pull up my fishnet tights, the higher the tighter, I choose the name of Robin, and the checkers to give me butterflies for the night. I wish, I wish. As I pull up the tinniest pair of shorts I own, so tights and stripey, right out from a designer's hand, I feel sexy, and I see her, stripping for me. I put the clothes on, she puts the clothes off. I wish, i wish. Ain't she just gorgeous, with the light and shadow on her sweet skin. As I clip in all the clips from the back of the matching shirt from the stripey and tight short, I suddenly feel like Lara Croft. Ain't she just so sexy. And I wonder if I should braid my hair, and carry a gun tonight. I feel dangerous. But then I watch the beautiful Robin, and I watch myself, I realise something is wrong, it is not me. I need a sweet touch, as always. I grab the new pink fishnet lingerie, so tight and sexy. I will undo the clips from my back straps, at the same time as Robin takes the straps off her shoulders to bring them down to her sex. I wish, i wish. You can see my nipple through the lace around the breast. And I want to licks hers.
I faint.