Çok seksi yüksek topuklu ayakkabılarla 809 spontane macera: gerçek bir cinsel uyanış

It's a great day, you're cheerful, full of energy and excited. You are a successful, confident, slightly dominant and very classy lady who knows fashion and style. Classy does not mean filthy rich: you know what you want and you know where you belong. Not loud, but just perfect. Your hair, makeup and clothes are all on point. You're dressed like one in a million: stylish, slightly slutty, but confident and owning all the attention of the world and of me. We're walking in a store when you see a store rack filled with all kind of different high heels, luxury trophees each one of them. You act like you're in a toy store all excited and are begging to buy an additional pair, promising me to make it worth the while. As I sit down in a sofa in a corner, you go again to the rack and start picking out some heels. As you stretch out to the top rack, I can see your gorgeous legs and curves. You pick out some heels, show them, but continue to browse the rack. Those you don't like, you discard