Still dreaming of what it’s like to wake up next to a woman like me? I’m wearing his work shirt from last night, open just enough to torment you and the same sheer nylons wrapped around my perfect legs. You’ll never have this, and deep down you know it. This is virgin humiliation at its finest: I degrade you for your weakness, tease your untouched little obsession, and remind you why you’ll never be more than a wallet-drained hand humper. Every time you see a blue striped shirt, you’ll feel the sting of what you’ll never touch. Includes:
