Kiara:
Zane grabs my waist, pressing my body toward him. His hands trail up my thighs until they rest on my butt, barely covered by the dress. He pulls away from the kiss, his breath hot against my lips.
“I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought this dress.”
As I open my mouth to respond, he grabs the slit in front of me, ripping the dress until my p***y becomes visible.
“I guess that solves the problem,” he says, taking my lips again, but this time tenderly. He pulls me up to his body, wrapping my legs around him, then places me on the bed. His lips trail kisses down my neck to my breasts, finding their way to my thighs.
He pauses, ripping the dress more until the entire bottom is gone. He gets on his knees, grabbing my feet, worshipping them with kisses. His lips trail up my t
