K is for Knickers
Not to be removed but admired as you step up close behind me pressing yourself into the swell of my arse. Fingers fumbling between us, unzipping your fly, pulling out your cock and then easing the fabric of my knickers to one side. The soft satin rubbing up against the shaft of your dick as you push yourself into me. Looking down at the lace decorating my flesh as your hands rest on my hips and you begin to fuck me.
Maybe later they will end up round my ankles or discarded on the floor or maybe even stuffed into my mouth to silence my cries as you fuck me hard but for now, like this, leave them on.
Fuck me with my knickers on