When the rhythm kicks in Anna starts grooving. The beat works its magic on her. She’s roused.
Her leather trousers cling to her long legs. They show off her ass to perfection. Do they go or do they stay? She starts to take them lower. Maybe she will keep them on after all. The feel of them is good. But no – they have to come off. She gives herself to the music in a trance. All that matters is to keep the excitement building.
The crescendo grows. Soon the climax must follow.
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