Intrigued by your mag, until I spotted it in my ballet teacher’s office, post-class. He blushed, but I persuaded him to share. One glance, and I thought, “Hey, I’ve got nice legs, maybe I could grace its pages!” My teacher seemed to agree, eyes lingering on my legs, desire clear. I proposed a photoshoot at his place, but really, I craved to watch him squirming.
He’s a cutie, all the girls swoon, but knowing his secret, teasing’s fun. I arrived in a skirt, tiny, heels tall, bare legs driving him wild. His jeans couldn’t hide his… excitement. I played coy, but power’s mine, his reaction, my design!
