#35625 - The man’s eyes continued down the woman, over her delicate waist and the soft skin of her stomach, finding the perfectly groomed entrance to what he could only imagine was heaven. Imagined a sigh escaping her lips as she washed the inside of her thigh, wandering slightly higher for a moment, for her own pleasure. Were they dirty good morning messages for her boyfriend across town? A sweet message to her dear mother? Or just another boring work email? He wasn’t sure.