Every stroke is mine. I am wrapped tight in my leather pants, my ass perfect and untouchable, every move making you ache. My boots, my curves, the way the leather clings, it is all you will think about while I command your hand. You are not just jerking, you are worshipping leather, worshipping me. Stroke for the sound, the shine, the squeeze of my body in leather until you are so weak you cannot tell where the leather ends and your obsession begins.
