Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you. Natalia Esenina
to the door to her room. From that place in the living room where I stand, I can see this door. She is ajar, so I only hear Olivia’s voice, but I don’t see her myself.
– Yes?
“Promise me that if you are embarrassed in this dress, you will go alone.” I swear I won’t be offended.
“Olivia, I don’t care what you are…”
“Promise me right away, or I won’t leave at all.”
Is she stubborn? Well. Who would have thought. But actually I kind of like it.
I am laughing:
– Alright, alright. I promise: if I think that I am ashamed of you, I will go alone.
The door closes, a long pause follows, and suddenly the sash flies to the side. The sight that catches my eye takes my breath away.
Dora above Olivia. And slimmer. But Olivia has more rounded shapes. Much more. And every bend of her body is impeccably emphasized by the dress in which she is dressed.
It seems like I used to see Dora in him, and she looked great. But not like that.
The material is the thinnest, dark red color. It flutters from the stream of air raised by the door, which the closer pulls to the box with a choked pant. Olivia stands motionless, giving me time to evaluate herself, and then begins to move towards me. Watching her, I clench my jaws so as not to stand with my mouth open. A haze-like fabric adheres to the body, clearly outlining all forms. With the same success, she could be naked.
Mother of God, I would like it to be so.
I shake these thoughts out of my head, knowing that they will not bring me to good.
Think it over, man! Think it over!
Olivia stops in front of me – pure grace and fragrance. The open chest and shoulders seem to radiate a gentle glow in the dim light. I so much want to touch her, caress that I clench my fists to hold on.
“You look amazing.” – The voice sounds intense, I notice it myself.
Olivia’s face is sad.
– Dress tight. I shod higher heels to adjust the length, but I can not do anything else.
I see that she is seriously upset, and I want to smile, but I do not. You should not smile when you are saddened by a woman.
“Dora is much thinner than me,” Olivia says, with one hand shaking. “And I just don’t have anything to …”
I take Olivia by the shaking hand and put the index finger of her free hand on her lips:
– Quiet.
Olivia immediately subsides. Yes, I could silence her in a hundred different ways and without touching, but I chose this one – everything is better than kissing her, which I really want.
Oh my god, how I want to kiss her!
It takes me a few seconds to distract from how her juicy lips parted slightly. It would be so easy to stick a fingertip between them, to feel the warmth of her mouth, the moisture of her tongue.
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