Judge
“I don’t-“
The words died on my lips as Taylor appeared on the deck. She stood there, her golden hair waved around her shoulders, her feet and insanely long legs mouth wateringly bare. In the sluttiest dress I had seen.
It looked like deep purple bandages had been wrapped tightly around her. So tightly that her breasts heaved upwards. It was so short that it barely covered her panties.
The colour didn’t suit her. It was a shade of purple that was meant for a dark haired woman. The cut wasn’t right for her either, as sexy as she looked it made her into something she wasn’t.
It made her look like a w***e.
Narrowing my eyes I watched as she pranced towards me. Reaching down to kiss my cheek , she thrust her t**s into my face.
“I hope I’m not too late?” The voice was the same.
