Blake
Kelsey steps out of the washroom and I make a mental note that the seamstresses that created her dress needs to be hired full time. I’ve thought about this day for a long time. The dress looks exactly how I’d imagined it would on her.
“Wow,” I say, somehow it’s the only word that slips from my mouth. The red contrasts perfectly against her flowing blonde hair and I quickly remember that I’m the luckiest man on this earth.
“Do you like it?” she asks, a smile spreading across her face. My eyes creep down to the low v that exposes her beautifully shaped breasts just enough and I admire how the material clings onto every curve of her skin body.
“You’re stunning,” I say, moving towards her and engulfing her in a deep kiss. “I can’t wait to rip this dress off you and plant my mark
