Hang 'er up!

She looks through the cubes;
the world beyond distorted.
The blue satin is soft
on her legs, she feels the
smoothness against the tops
of her toes. The palms of
her hands are enveloped
in pillows. She pouts bare-
-breasted into the cubs. The
gentle light shines softly on
her skin, the beautiful arch,
hairless, glistened by a
microfilm of sweat. Her ruby
red lips pursed together,
occasionally penetrated by
her tongue and then glossed
over. Her auburn hair shines,
framing her mouth as central.
Her breasts heave as they hang
softly, desiring the touch of your
hand. She rocks back and forth
slowly. Eyes closed as she
imagines the sensation. Her
cheeks flush as her breathing
becomes deeper. Firm exhalations.
Her ears burn, her arms feel the
strain and give way. She collapses
into the cool satin. It soon absorbs
her heat - and her discomfort. Her
behind is held up, on display. The
juices trickle down her legs. She
wants you. She Wants You.

Ad then she sits up, and
without a word she leaves.
Her shift is over.