She stepped out of the dress slowly, her left black heel scraping deliberately across the floor, then she kicked the dress aside with a sharp flick that sent it skittering.
She stood there in nothing but that sheer black lace and those c**k-teasing strappy heels that clicked softly every time she shifted her weight.
The bra was a transparent black lace so thin that it was basically a taunt. Her wide, dusky areolas bled through it dark and teasing, her fat n*****s were now stiff like a bullet, straining against the mesh like they were desperate to be freed and abused. The cups shoved her heavy t**s up obscenely high, her deep cleavage spilling over the top in soft, jiggling curves that were very inviting.
The thong was almost illegal, a tiny high-cut scrap. The crotch was dark and clingi
