Will you take my virginity while I wear my thigh highs?

You find yourself drawn to this Asian beauty, her thigh highs tracing a slow boundary up her legs that your eyes refuse to leave.

You feel the pull of something untouched, something offered with trembling boldness — a question hanging in the air that your body already knows the answer to.

You want to be the one trusted with this moment, your hands finding the lace edge where nylon ends and bare skin begins, your breath catching at the softness waiting just above.