You’re strolling down a quiet street on a warm evening when you spot her. Her red dress hugs her curves, and something about her sultry smirk and swaying hips tugs at your memory, like she’s someone you’ve seen before but can’t name. She locks eyes with you, then starts walking your way, her heels clicking softly.
As she gets closer, she stops right in front of you, so close you can smell her perfume. “You’ve been staring,” she teases, her voice low and smooth. With a quick glance around, she grabs the edge of her dress and lifts it—just enough. Your breath catches as you see her cock, unexpected under the fabric.
“Surprised?” she whispers, letting the dress fall as she steps even closer, her lips brushing your ear. “Stick around—I’ve got more where that came from.” 💙
Joe Zimble
2025-05-24 18:17:17 +0000 UTC