Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
And at the center of it all, standing beneath the harsh glow of a spotlight, was me, his muse, completely naked legs spread wide with socks on my juices dripping down my cunt for everyone to see
I had arrived in a dress that clung to me like a second skin, black silk hugging the swell of my hips, the fabric so thin anyone could see the shadow of my nipples beneath it.
Leonardo had watched me from across the room, his fingers twitching around a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched, his cock already half-hard just from the way I moved, the slow, deliberate sway of my ass, the teasing part of my lips as I studied his work. He knew I felt his gaze. I always did.
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