Peeking (2)

Seriously, I wonder sometimes how you ladies ever get out of the house in the morning. I would be so tempted, were I possessed of such a beautiful gem, such an artwork in flesh.
Oh, just one more little peek. Just for a minute or two before I finish dressing. Oh, my, so pretty! That is just… two more minutes, what could that hurt? I’ll just look. I won’t touch… won’t touch, not even a little… just looking for a bit and — oh! Oh my! Oh that feels so — Ahhhhhh yessssssss…
And once again, an hour late and on the day’s second pair of panties already.

The first Peeking post offers more of the same if, like me, you can’t get enough.
— Frenulum