My Legs Turn Men Into Slaves

You are my research assistant, and I pose a theory to you. What is it that make men so weak for me? I ask if it is my legs, and you agree. I ask you to run your hands over them, feeling how smooth they are. Then to give me delicate kisses and finally your tongue. Running them all over my lower body. I know they are making you my slave and how badly you want to cum for me.