IVY
I have no idea what I’m going to do, or how I’m going to exist in this dress. For the record, I have never worn anything this…slutty.
The dress fits like it’s a second skin, yet free in all the right places.
My jaw drops to the ground just staring at my image in the mirror.
I can see everything, my breasts through the sheer cream fabric, my n*****s are hard as diamonds now and pressing against the material.
My eyes travel down to my hips, I tilt my body to the side. The curve of my ass barely covered.
I love it.
A small smile creeps onto my lips, and I almost jump in glee.
Knox Mortimer Reid is going to lose his f*****g mind when he sees this, and I’ll be seated for every second of it.
So, I catwalk into the VIP suite with every intention to pretend I do not badly desire
