Jason Master
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Sslovebbc... Harley
🕑 Added 2025-04-06 05:40:37 +0000 UTCModel all three for you
First she wear a pink lacy set. It's the color of a fresh blush, a stark contrast to the darkness of that Halloween night. She struts out of the dressing room, her breasts spilling out of the push-up bra, her hips swaying in the matching thong. She knows you're watching, and she plays to the audience of one. She twirls, the skirt of the dressing room mirror reflecting the fluorescent lights, making her look like a living doll.
The pink stockings and garter belt complete the look, and she leans against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, the other playing with a strap that digs into her flesh. "What do you think?" she asks, her voice a purr.
You can't find your voice. The sight of her in the lingerie, knowing what she has planned, is too much. She saunters closer, her eyes locked on yours. "You like it, don't you?" she whispers, her breath hot on your face. "You like knowing that I'll be wearing this for you at prom."
She head toward the dressing room putting on the second lingerie set. A black, lacy number that screams sinful temptation. The fabric clings to her skin, highlighting every curve and crevice, making your mouth water.
When she emerges, she's like a seductress from a noir film, all smoky eyes and pouty lips. The push-up bra lifts her breasts to impossible heights, the thong disappearing into her ass crack. She runs her hands over her hips, tracing the pattern of the lace as she walks toward you.
"How does this one make you feel?" she asks, her voice a low growl. You can see the outline of her pussy through the flimsy material, and it takes all your willpower not to reach out and touch her.
"It's... it's nice," you manage to croak out, your voice betraying your arousal.
Ashley's smirk widens. "Just nice?" She saunters closer, her hand brushing against your crotch. "I thought you'd like it more than that." She presses down, feeling the bulge in your pants, and your cheeks burn even hotter.
She tease you as she walks away. She finally put on the last set, a crimson red that matches the color of the devil. It's a set that screams 'dominance', with a corset that cinches her waist and a thong that leaves nothing to the imagination. She poses in front of the mirror, the light bouncing off her skin like a siren's call.
She is absorb in herself, but her eyes gleam with the knowledge that she's got you in the palm of her hand. "This one makes me feel like a queen," she says, turning to face you. "Like I could conquer the world—or at least a certain little sissy slut."
You gulp, the pressure in your chest building as you realize just how deep you've fallen into Ashley's game. She's enjoying every second of your torment, and there's nothing you can do to stop her. "I-I'm not sure," you stutter, trying to sound casual. "They all look great on you." Her body is unmatched to anyone you have ever seen in your life. She's so amazingly beautiful but such an ice queen.
Her eyes narrow, and she stalks over to you, her heels clicking on the tiles. "Don't play coy with me, Harley," she says, her voice a dangerous purr. "You know exactly what I want to hear." She grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Choose the one that makes you want to drop to your knees and worship me."
Which one do you choose?
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