روايات وقصص ضمن Dress Punggung Bolong

My hands balled up at my sides, gripping the fabric of the outfit I had on. Looking down, I noticed I was dressed in a long, sparkly, baby-blue sleeveless gown. The dress fit my body well and accentuated my curves. It also had a deep plunge neckline, exposing quite a bit of my breasts, and was mostly open back beside one strap wrapped around the turn of my waist. There was also a diamond-shaped cut out on my stomach, exposing my navel and a lot of skin. The dress was way too revealing for my taste, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

I spent the entire day in a fever of filthy anticipation. The sealed package from Jayden sat on our bed like a bomb waiting to explode. When I finally tore it open, my breath caught. Inside was the most sinful red dress I’d ever seen—short, tight, backless, with a deep plunging neckline and slits so high they barely covered my ass. No panties. No bra. Just thin straps and fabric that would hide nothing once they touched me.

I was wearing a tiny, slutty one-piece dress that barely covered my ass — deep neckline showing off my 36D tits, hem just a few inches below my pussy. No bra. No panties. If I sat down or bent even slightly, my bare cunt would be on full display. The dress had a long zipper up the back; one small tug and I’d be completely naked in public. The constant fear of exposure made my pussy throb with anxious arousal the entire way here. He stepped behind me, slowly pulled the zipper down. The dress slid off my body like water and pooled at my feet. I stood naked in front of him again. He gave my plump ass a sharp, loud smack. “You recovered well, slut.”

I nodded as he helped me into the dress. "No need to wear a bra here." He told me and I agreed. The deep purple dress that hugged my curves perfectly had 3 thin spaghetti straps on one shoulder that where attached to the low back of the dress and a mid-thigh high slit that exposed my right leg. I pulled out the stilettos that matched it and a jewelry box containing 3 pairs of diamond studs, a necklace and bracelet. With Teddy's help I put everything on. "Girrll you look like a trillion dollars!" Teddy squealed pushing me to the full length mirror, I stared at myself feeling confident. I did look amazing.

His fingers find the thin black strings at the top of my back, playing with them. “ Damn,” Luke mutters. I swallow hard. I really hope I won’t regret picking this dress. It’s not even that serious but with my body? Yeah, it becomes something else real quick. Slim waist, thick hips, round ass… this dress doesn't stand a chance. The dress is black, tight and short. It clings to my waist, wraps around my curves and holds my ass like it was made to. The back is completely open, nothing but two thin black strings holding it together at the top.

They'd come rushing if she burns her toast, or if her favorite shirt got a stain on it, or if the dog dies in that God awful TV series she sees sometimes on the small set that sits in the living room. "Don't cry on me now, you'll ruin it." That was true, they both knew it, so she kept it in check instead and pulled on a smile. Happy thoughts, right? The dress she got was a gorgeous, ankle length, black gown, flowing beautifully with the long slit by the side and had beautiful stones decorating the bodice. It had no sleeves, just a beautiful strap that goes around your neck, attached to the part of the stone studded bodice that hugged perfectly around her now fuller breasts down to just above

Hazel turned to face her full-length mirror. The dress was incredible. The deep red fabric clung tightly to her waist and hips, pooling around her mid-thighs. The neckline plunged dangerously low down the center of her chest. But the back was the most scandalous part—it was entirely backless, the thin red silk dipping so low it exposed the curve of her lower spine. She slipped her feet into the black stilettos, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door.

The dress came to a point just below her ass, it was so fucking tight that it brought out her shape all over, it had no straps, and it had an opening in the front that exposed her boobs, and the dress brought out her shape all over. . . . ….

"You said something about me being real the other day." "I also said your head should be screwed on straight." He looked at me in disbelief, taking me in again. "I didn't say you should ruin a dress." I didn't ruin the dress. It was initially a long dress that touched my toes. The top part of it was tight and cupped my breasts according while the bottom part flared out a little after cinching in the waist. The only thing I did was was to tighten the lower part and add a slit by the side that stopped below my ass. Then, I adjusted the boob area to show a little more cleavage.

Excitement and trepidation mingled inside me, causing knots to form within my stomach. After my bath, I got to work on finding the perfect dress. I settled on a black, backless, mid-length number with a high neckline. Though it concealed my breasts, it hugged my waistline so tightly that the mounds on my chest looked at least two times bigger. The fabric gathered again at the part of my back where the muscles of my ass started rounding out, leading the mind to imagine all sorts of erotic things. My heels were barely there. Two thin straps wrapped around my toes and my ankles, with an arch so high that one bad step could surely break an ankle. They sparkled the same colour as my jewellery, pl