You little pervert, how are you? I’m excited about this, especially since I noticed your reactions. Do you really think I didn’t see how you looked at my legs, my heels, my ankles while I worked? You’re so weak for my legs, so obsessed. It turns you on when I cross them, move them, or tease you with a glimpse under my skirt. I know you’re horny, probably hard right now, just like at the office when you blushed and avoided it. You’re mine now—your cock belongs to me. Stroke it for my perfect legs, but don’t release without permission. Look at them, so tanned, so beautiful, so irresistible. You’re addicted, stroking harder as I tease you, moaning for more. I love making you weak, desperate, begging to drain for me. Stroke harder, good boy, and feel how good it is to worship my legs. You’re so obsessed, and I love it.