"Uncle, no need to rush, take your time," Diane said softly, twisting her body slightly and intentionally extending a long and shapely leg towards him.
The old shoemaker could easily see Diane's sexy leg without even lifting his head. Subconsciously, his gaze traveled up from her foot, along her calf, to her thigh. Suddenly, his eyes froze, his lips slightly dry. From his angle, with one leg propped up on the stool, there was a significant gap between her legs, revealing a dark area at the base of her thigh. He could even see the outline of her plump lips through the sheer stockings.
Could this beautiful woman not be wearing underwear? Oh, how times have changed. Women in the past wouldn't dare to dress like this. Unfortunately, he was born too early.
Instinctively, the shoemaker leaned
