I stood in front of the bedroom mirror and ran my hands down the front of my dress one more time. The black fabric was so tight it felt like a second skin. It hugged every curve of my hips and only just covered my ass. If I bent over...
I stood in front of the bedroom mirror and ran my hands down the front of my dress one more time. The black fabric was so tight it felt like a second skin. It hugged every curve of my hips and only just covered my ass. If I bent over...