Lizzie, Joely, Simon, red-eyed tree frog

Basque

‘You haven’t told me why you asked me to wear this basque?’

Lizzie walked to the teal rug, untied her lemon waist sash, slowly unbuttoned each amber stud, and slipped out of her dress. She threw it on the floor, her gauntlet, turning to face him. He was shocked by her transformation. She looked sensational. He wiped sweat out of his eyes. The basque clung to her body like a comfortable sheath, begging the question,

‘What do you want me to do?’

(18+)

 

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