Magic Bursting Beats Flare Pant Set Novels & Stories

I was glad I let Maddy talk me into buying it. The black, raunchy lingerie set is designed to be bold, seductive, and provocative. The sheer mesh fabric revealed glimpses of my skin while accentuating curves. The bra has an open-cup design that made it look ultra-daring. The panties were a crotchless garter style with attached stockings for an extra sensual touch.

She walked down the hallway and I followed her like a robot following instructions. I couldn't help but admire her 5.74 ft frame, which is slim and toned. Her sun-kissed skin was flawless, and her shiny chocolate-brown hair with red streaks moved along while she walked. She wore a pajama set, and loose flannel pants with a tank top. Who would've said that flannel pants could be a turn-on?

Fletcher hissed but lifted his hips up for Zee to pull the shorts along with briefs. "Fletch, you know what"? He was just half way down when he stopped.. "What"? Fletcher asked frustratingly. Seriously. Zee had nerves to ask him something, now? "You can easily model for briefs as brand ambassador. Setting a trend mark that it’s flexible enough to keep a monster inside and doesn’t tear away". Zee laughed and Fletcher flipped him over, slipping the fabric off. His eyes were dark. His expressions were sensual. His body was glistering with oil.

Black tight crop top with long sleeves was complimented with a checkered school-girl skirt in different shades of grey, finished with spikey black leather combat boots. As soon as Ada and Damien walked in, the woman hopped off her lazy lying position and all but ran towards them.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

Damn loose floozies, they must have been born horizontal. She grinned as she searched through her closet, she knew she’d better choose something sensible. She needed to look respectable now. She was gonna be a married woman tomorrow! Sliding through the hangers and seeing the leopard designs and the wild prints, she shook her head and her grin faded. NO. Then she searched through the brash reds, purples and pink outfits. She knew none of these outfits would do. Finally, she found a pair of black stretch pants and a peach colored top.

And yet, I’d been polished into stunning grace… Cazz had chosen a dramatic black dress for me, beaded in midnight swirls and patterns that caught the light and twinkled. The shoulders were flat and hard, the beads looking almost like spikes. The bodice drew a straight line across my collarbones, then hugged every curve like a second skin, all the way down almost to my knees, where it flared out dramatically—which was good, because the wide flare balanced my shoulders and made my round tummy seem not quite so big.

She still did not know the reason for throwing the banquet. While she walked past an antique store, she saw a dress that stood out amongst others. The colour was an ancient pink that seemed dull but due to the glitters, it sparkled. It had a body-hugging up and the waist had a corset of a darker pink that almost seemed like red, around it. The hips area was somewhat fitting and from the thighs, it started to fall into a flair. It was so long and full that it spread up to three feet from where the mannequin stood, gradually turning to an off-white.

she muttered fondly under her breath, a mix of affection and frustration warming her chest. She quickly pulled on a tight red stretch dress that clung to every mouthwatering curve like a second skin. The Lycra hugged her massive double-D tits perfectly, and she decided to go braless, knowing her tailored black jacket—long enough to reach mid-thigh—would provide just enough coverage while still letting her feel deliciously naughty. A regular pair of cotton panties with a fresh pantyliner went on next, just in case Barry’s cum tried to leak out later and betray her.

The leather creaked beneath them. “Shit, you feel so good,” she breathed, bracing her hands on the ceiling. “I keep telling myself to stop but I can’t.” Marcus gripped her hips firmly, thrusting up into her deep and steady. “That’s because you’re addicted to me. Just like I’m addicted to you.” The windows fogged completely. The heavy, musky scent of sex filled the small space. Elena rode him harder, the risk making every sensation more intense and electric.