Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
“Welcome, welcome. Oh Delilah, you look so lovely.”
Delilah stood there in her skin-tight red gown that clung to her full, heavy tits. The gown was flared out just enough to show off the dangerous slit running all the way up her thigh. The fabric was so thin it barely hid the hard points of her nipples pressing against it.
Her diamond choker collar Silver had chosen sparkled so bright, marking her as a claimed woman, but the hungry way men’s eyes devoured her said otherwise.