Lori Harvey Booty Novels & Stories

The small silver door to the rooftop twitched open and Tori came into view. Of course. Right on time. In a pink jumpsuit, black ruched knee-high boots, and a small clutched bag on her shoulder, she looked like she was heading to a party. A party? Oh, it's Friday night. “Thank goodness you're here, Tori baby, talk some sense into your friend,” Harvey immediately ran to her and held her hand. The sudden sparkle in his eyes, the small smile tugging at his cheeks, and the gentle caress he rubbed on her hand: none failed to go within my notice.

Her Amazonian figure sits well on her wafer thin-body. She sways her sculpted hips with every move. Her Christian Louboutin heels clicking on the floor with each step she takes. Heads turn to look at her. She's always modest in her dressing. Never showing any cleavage or dresses going beyond her mid-thighs. So today i am surprised with her Chanel Hollow V-Plunged Bandage Dress that exposes her cleavage. She pushes the door to the ladies bathroom.