Drego
Nichole looked breathtakingly beautiful in her red dress. Every curve accentuated. The dress ran from her chest, stopping on her knee, the string hands of the cloth almost invisible to the eyes. Her breasts were partly covered, and if she wasn't going to be by my side all evening, I would have had her change from jealousy that other men would stare.
Fuck me. I still didn't want other men seeing her like this.
She'd added waves to her once straight hair, it was fuller and it made her tiny face more beautiful. The black strappy heel added a few inches to her height, but I'm guessing she didn't wear it because she wanted to look tall. Her toes sticking out had a certain allure to it.
Do I have a foot fetish? Or was this all Nichole?
The red on her lips was very enticing, it took everything in me not to drag her back into the bedroom and have my way with her.