The next afternoon, I stood in front of Carl’s apartment door with my heart beating fast and my p***y already throbbing with need.
I had followed his instructions exactly. I wore a short, tight red dress that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. Every step I took made me feel the cool air brushing against my bare p***y. I was already wet just from the drive over.
I knocked softly. Carl opened the door almost immediately. He was wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His eyes moved slowly down my body, taking in the dress, my legs, the way my n*****s pressed against the thin fabric.
“f**k,” he breathed. “You really listened.”
He pulled me inside and locked the door. The moment it clicked, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth as
