
Eva smoking with lacy gloves
You see me from a distance, just across the room. I am alone, like you, ordering a scotch on rocks. I can feel your look burning me. I light up a cigarette and I let you watch me. Knowing that you watch me makes me hot and I begin touching my legs. The sexual heat is so big that I begin to believe that my hands are your hands. You're getting big in your pants as you watch me and my every move. You can imagine how I am touching your hardon with my lace gloves, gently. While I inhale my chest gets bigger revealing how big my breasts are, and each inhale is your every breath too.
