A shapely brunette like 38-24-35 Patricia Ford can get any man OR woman dizzy enough to see spots before their eyes. But when 5'6" Patricia enters her living room wearing a polka dot, well, all those dots can really get a brunette fancier's head spinning! So I made up my own story behind these photos.
When she starts stripping for her man, his gaze rivets on that tiny miniskirt, and spots satrt swimming around in his head.
Happily for her favorite man, for whom she's putting on this show, and for all who get to see the photographic record of her, her panties are (as usual for Patricia) the first item to go! She seductively skims her skimpy little panties down her dark, shapely legs, without removing or even lifting her polka-dot miniskirt. Talk about an event that makes spots appear before a man's eyes!
She turns her lovely backside to him, and she playfully hops up on her couch, pantiless. Her leap causes her top to ride up and stay there, seductively showing him every tempting bit of her luscious 38" breasts, unhindered by a bra or any other fabric. Her slender fingers naturally, instinctively snake their way down to where her passion for him is already heating up. Just what is it about stripping for her one special man that gets a woman SO hot for him?
She can't help peering back over her shoulder to make sure she has her man's full, undivided attention. She needn't worry--she HAS him now! He is all hers!
She turns around on the couch now, her fingers never ceasing their play on herself, but teasingly offer him only tiny "peekaboo" glimpses of her increasingly hungry feminine treasures through her very active fingers. Her braless top falls down a little, hiding those tasty red nipples, but whether accidentally or by design, her top leaves the whole gorgeous lower half of her lovely round breasts exposed to his hungry gaze.
Leaving one hand covering her luscious slit, she momentarily uses her free hand to tug her top up again--she wants him to once more enjoy an unobstucted view of her entire beautiful chest. As she lifts her top, she smiles knowingly at him for her kindly gesture, knowing that her actions now will bring them
Then her fingers of both hands spread her feminine hunger open wide for her own benefit, but still hiding her rapidly-growing passion and her swift finger actions on herself from his view.
He can't stand a moment longer of her teasing, and neither can she. Once again, instinct takes over, and almost in spite of herself, her bare, shapely legs spread themselves wide open to him, and her STILL playing fingers reveal all to his hungry, passionate gaze now. Her top and her skirt are both hiked up high now, she wants him to see just how hard her nipples are, and how hot and wet her feminininty has become, as she swoons and softly purrs over her romantic and graphically sexual daydreams of replacing her fingers with his wonderful, sensuous, loving touch.
She stands up, and makes a real show of removing her polkadot skirt, baring herself from her breasts down now. Removing her polkadot skirt from his field of vision doesn't help: spots continue to swim before his eyes as he watches her playfully hop up onto the arm of her couch. Again, she plays and teases, smiling and giggling, showing him only brief and tiny glimpses of what his fingers and tongue long to stroke, massage, and endlessly pleasure.
She slowly, seductivelty slinks down from the couch onto a judiciously-placed pillow, on the floor in front of her couch. She smiles bewitchingly as she slowly raises both of her long, luscious legs high in the air. She has on no panties, no skirt, and her top is raised all the way up to her luscious neck. "Do you like these white stockings?" she teases. "I bought them just to wear for you!"
He has to force his gaze from her lovely exposed breasts and her luscious exposed pussy, to her stocking-encased legs. Why hadn't he noticed how spectacularly beautiful her legs are? Oh, yeah, he remembers: her other tempting charms distracted him until now! "Yes," he gulps hoarsely amid his heavy, panting breaths of desire. "Yes, yes, I like them VERY much. They are so SEXY. Your stockings, your legs--yes, VERY sexy! You are so sexy!"
"Do you like what's peeking out between these stockings?" she teases again, already knowing the answer.
He can only manager a lusty "Mmmmmm!" in response.
This was just the answer she was hoping for. "Mmmm!" she coos. "You've been SUCH a good boy, such a PATIENT man."
Which would you like me to play with first?" she teases. "My nipples or my clit? Or maybe you would like me to play with both at the same time?"
"Yes, please," he croaks.
"Which one, silly? Nipples, clit, or both?" But Patricia doesn't really care about his answer, because her answer is to not miss a beat in pleasuring herself in both places this whole time!
Giggling again, the lovely Patricia hops back onto her couch, and makes as much of a show out of removing her top, as she previously made of removing her polka-dot miniskirt.
She climbs up on her knees on the couch, turns her face and chest to him, and smiles. Her white stockings and black leather high-heels are all that covers her now.
Patricia realizes that he can see everything now except what she most wants to show to him: her wide-open, hungry, already-oozing femininity. She gets off of her knees, and lies back invitingly on her couch. Once more, instinct takes over as her legs involuntarily spread themselves wide apart, her hand cups her full round breasts, and her fingers massage her throbbing horniness.
Now it his turn to let his own instincts overtake him, and his turn to hunch down on his knees before her couch. His tongue slithers and snakes outward, replacing her fingers in pleasuring her. She moans, happy and content.
He moans, too, loving her reaction, loving the feel of endlessly pleasuring her for as long as she needs and wants him to. Who is the lucky one in this lusty couple: him for having such a sexy and sexual beauty who loves him, or her for having such a handsom and attentive man who knows exactly where and how and when to touch her, to endlessly and eagerly pleasure her?