Kylie
I have on some string panties and a bra, the ropes crisscrossing over my body and framing my curves enticingly. I can’t wait for him to strip me out of it later.
Under the sophisticated dress he bought me, I’m all sin.
They bite into my thighs as we drive towards my surprise. My tight white dress glitters with what looks like diamonds. It stops just above my knees with a snug top and cinched waist, and the flared skirt hangs down like dripping diamonds.
Jesse told me to wear it earlier and left me to get ready. The bodice glitters, the material skimpy and held up by spaghetti straps. I have on diamond earrings and a necklace he bought me, and my makeup and hair are done so I look, in his words, ‘good enough to eat.’
“Tell me,” I whine, looking over at him.
He laughs and shakes
