Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
At a friend’s house the other day, a bunch of guys I’d never met before we’re hanging out with us. I kept eavesdropping on their conversation because one of them mentioned he was a rigger. My little ropebunny ears perked up and I shifted myself into their sight. He looked me over, making my skin prickle with excitement. “Hear something you like, little girl?” His hand motioned for me to sit in his lap. My head nodded as I sat down on his denim-clad thigh. He was relaxed back against the couch, so in control of himself and the air around him when his fingers touched my thigh. “You gonna let me get that pretty body knotted up in my ropes?”
Again, my head bobbed up and down with glee.