Adrian swallowed the hard lump of obnoxious angst that had formed in his throat.
He felt frustrated, seeing Diana standing in front of him in that dress, l*****g her fingers; unintentionally being so seductive.
He wanted to explore her and her body; his desires were getting out of control but he knew being a precocious gentleman he had to make sure to act righteously and not creep Diana out, or else the confidence of propriety that she had established and showed to Adrian would vanish right away if he made one single move.
But that damn dress!
Adrian’s mind rung, as he kept on staring Diana’s back. She had a perfect hour glass figure, her waist snatched it while her butt bumped out in a perfect round shape.
How come she is this perfect?
Adrian’s mind kept on ringing a number of quest
