Knock, Knock: Princess' Promised Time
Every Saturday, like clockwork, she appears at my doorstep. Princessplay, a vision of sultry curves and innocent eyes, knows exactly what she wants. And so do I. We waste no time with pleasantries, our bodies speaking a language all their own. She struts in, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her hips swaying with a rhythm that's been driving me wild for weeks. Today, she's wearing a short, tight skirt and a blouse that leaves little to the imagination. I can see the outline of her lacy bra, the promise of her nipples hardening beneath the fabric. She knows I'm looking, and she loves it. She turns around, giving me a perfect view of her ass as she walks towards the bedroom. I follow, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock already straining against my jeans. This is why Saturdays are so awesome.