Tight as a Glove
‘Good to see you so thoroughly ravished,’ a deep voice chimes as I walk out of the chamber. I look at Whitey’s grin before glancing at my dress, my wrinkled, cum-soaked, ripped strap blue dress. I smile sheepishly before stretching lightly. ‘Yeah well it was a good adventure,’ I murmur as I watch his eyes change from content to lustful. He reaches a hand out for me and instantly I go over to him, desire stirring inside of me as well, surprisingly. He takes my hand and leads me to a corner of...