If the thong made you imagine... wait till you get your hands on the bra that went with it. It caressed my breasts as I surrendered to pleasure, squeezing just where it should, feeling me throbbing under it. Together they form more than a set: they are a wet, intimate memory, full of desire. The bra still holds the smell of my skin, my gasping breath, and everything you imagined... or wished to see. Would you like to have it all? And if it excites you more in another color or with a different use... just ask me. I'll prepare it with you in mind.