I'm standing here in the kitchen, wearing only these little red lace panties, my glasses on, and a cheeky grin on my face. The cool countertop is against my back, my breasts are exposed and heavy… I know exactly how you're looking at me. Sometimes I slowly pull the white crocheted sweater over my shoulders, leave it open, play with the straps, and squeeze my breasts together, just for you. Other times I turn around, bend over the counter, and show you everything – my round bottom, my wet slit, everything.