روايات وقصص ضمن She Wears Short Skirts Taylor Swift

She never misses her pearls. Today she wears a short pleated skirt and a matching jacket—obviously Chanel. Her heels are sharp, her lips are a bold red, and her fiery red hair flies behind her as she walks, as though she’s bringing the heat with her. And she is—because that’s all I feel right now. Is that… earmuffs? It’s not even winter yet. I roll my eyes. She is so dramatic.

How could any man dare to resist her? She stood up and unzipped her skirt. She was wearing a pair of high-cut black briefs that matched her bra. She paused for moment and made a decision before peeling them off, baring her gorgeous butt and tight wet pussy. Once more, there moans of awe from around the room.

Her hips sway as she heads to the closet, and I swear she knows exactly what she’s doing. She pulls out a pair of shorts tight, black, high-waisted, and hugging every curve she owns like they were made for her alone. The kind of shorts that make you say a prayer and forget what you were talking about mid-sentence. She slides into them like she’s not even trying to kill me. Slippers back on. Hair fluffed a little. Effortless. I pull on my shorts and grab a t-shirt from my bag, tossing it over my head. Together, we head down the stairs, and she knocks lightly on a bedroom door.

“I’ve been following you the last couple of days.” She inhales sharply and tightens her arms over a forest-green, man-cut T — with a black crop top underneath. Silky tummy skin peeks through the sleeves. Smooth. Bare. My mouth waters like Pavlov trained it personally. “Okay,” she says coolly, “I’ll pretend that isn’t creepy and ask why.” Black spandex shorts cling to her like paint, carving out curves that should be illegal on public property. No panty lines. None. Commando.

She looked taller, in the black leather thigh boots she was wearing, which fitted her outfit, making her appear more like a mini Taylor Swift. Brent found himself unable to retract his gaze from her beautiful face. Though she was putting on makeup, it was light and made her beauty more classy and enchanting. Tiffy was always confident with her looks and figure, but the intense gaze Brent was giving her made her feel nervous. She felt Stark naked under his heated gaze. "My bad, am I that overdressed ?. '' Tiffy said, as she walked forward. Swaying her hourglass shape. Her dark long hair trailing down her waist.

Not dwelling on its residents or what might have happened to them, she rummaged the closet and picked some clothes. After what she has gone through last night, a shower sounds like a good idea to her. Without acknowledging the vampire or his frown at her, she slammed the bathroom door on his face. She did her business, took a shower, brushed her teeth, and changed into clothes. They are tight and short. Willow sighed as the t-shirt rode up leaving her belly open. The shorts are no better. Whoever's clothes were short. Very short. She can see her ass hanging out of the shorts. She felt uncomfortable displaying all that leg but beggars can't be choosers and other than this, all she saw were dr