Deep Trouble With You
Made you want to drop at her feet and serve like a pathetic dog, hoping for even a scrap of her attention.
I froze, completely fucking stunned, recognizing that cold, dominant gaze.
It was Ann.
She didn’t see anyone, fully in character. I just stood there, mouth slightly open, watching the show like an idiot.
She wore black thigh-high boots on a massive platform, a dark red excuse of a skirt, open in the front, showing embroidered panties, and… I don’t even know what the hell that was on her chest. Not a top, not a bra… just some red tape wrapped around her breasts.
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