Godess Anitta

Here I am… sitting in your chair.
In your office.
Wearing the fishnets, the red lipstick and those shiny red stilettos you can’t stop

Hey you little perverts…
Look at me carefully.
These aren’t my shoes.
They’re your wife’s.
The red stilettos she left at your office last

The psychological game has begun, and April has already lost control. She knows it, and so do you. All it takes is the shine of my nylon

April… you try so hard to act proper.

Polite. Controlled. Perfect.

But the moment I cross my long legs in silky pantyhose and slowly