“It’s a tube dress. One piece.”
She stared at him, then down at the flimsy scrap of fabric in his hand. It was barely wider than her palm and couldn’t have been longer than a handspan—thin, stretchy black material that looked like it would cling to every curve and hide absolutely nothing.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m really not.” His voice dropped low, rough around the edges, the way it always did when the hunger took over. His gaze raked over her body, slow and deliberate, like he was already picturing her in it—or out of it.
That familiar storm raged in his eyes: raw, gnawing guilt twisting against pure, feral lust. The guilt only seemed to feed the thrill, making his pupils blow wide and dark.
Daniel held up the tiny black tube dress between his fingers, the sleek fabric shimmering under the hallway light like liquid midnight, promising pure sin. “Try it on for me,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, laced with that irresistible coaxing tone that always made her stomach flutter. “I want to see you in it”
Bella’s eyes flickered from the tiny scrap of fabric to his face, her cheeks flushing with heat. She had worn sheer babydoll nighties for him before—even that very morning, when he had teased her relentlessly—but she never quite got used to it.
This thing was barely there, tight and short, designed to cling to every curve and leave almost nothing to the imagination. Her heart raced at the thought of slipping into it under his hungry stare. “O-okay,” she stammered softly, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably as her voice came out breathy and small. “I’ll… I’ll wear it for you tonight.”
Daniel’s smile unfurled slowly, dark and dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine. “No, baby,” he whispered, stepping closer. “I want to see it now.”
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a feeble attempt to hide her flustered state, her eyes avoiding his. “B-but… I still have to cook dinner soon,” she protested weakly, her voice trembling with embarrassment. “If I put it on now, I’ll just have to take it off again in a few minutes. It’s… it’s pointless.”
He didn’t bother with words. That wicked, knowing grin only widened as he closed the distance, crowding her gently but firmly against the wall near the living room entrance. His body heat enveloped her, making her pulse thunder in her ears.
“I can’t wait,” he breathed against her ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps racing across her skin. “I need to see you in this dress. Right now.”
His hand slid down her side, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before slipping under the loose hem of her cotton shorts. He didn’t hesitate—pushing aside the thin, already-soaked fabric of her panties, two thick fingers plunged deep into her slick, aching heat.
Bella gasped sharply, her back arching involuntarily against the cool wall as a wave of pleasure crashed through her. “D-Daniel—again?” she whimpered, her voice high and shaky, face flushing crimson with mortification. Anyone could hear them. Anyone could see.
He curled his fingers expertly, stroking that sensitive spot inside her that made her knees buckle and her thighs quiver uncontrollably. His thumb circled her swollen clit in slow, torturous rhythms, building on the frustration he’d left her with earlier.
Just minutes ago, during their heated greeting at the door, he’d fingered her to the very edge of orgasm—teasing, denying, pulling away at the last second and leaving her throbbing, desperate, utterly denied. That aching need still pulsed through her veins like fire, making her even wetter now, her body betraying her completely.
Soft, needy whimpers escaped her lips despite her best efforts to stay quiet, her hands clutching at his shoulders as if to push him away—but pulling him closer instead. “We… we can’t,” she panted, her wide eyes darting nervously toward the living room door, terrified of the risk. “Ethan could walk out any second—he’ll… he’ll hear us…”
“Then let’s go to the bedroom,” Daniel whispered, his voice husky with desire as he pumped his fingers faster, deeper, relentless. “So you can change into this dress for me… and I can take my sweet time with you.”
Her inner walls clenched desperately around him, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her core. She was mortified—cheeks burning hotter than ever, body trembling with a mix of crippling shyness and overwhelming arousal.
The fear of being caught only heightened everything, making her drip even more shamefully onto his hand. “O-okay… okay, yes,” she finally breathed, her voice ragged and broken with need, barely above a whisper. “Bedroom… please.”
He withdrew his fingers agonizingly slowly, drawing out a pathetic, embarrassed whine from her throat at the sudden emptiness. Smirking at her flushed, pleading expression, he licked his glistening fingers clean right in front of her—making her hide her face in her hands with a mortified squeak—before tugging her gently but urgently down the hall.
They slipped into the bedroom, and he locked the door behind them with a soft, definitive click.
Inside the bedroom, the locked door sealed them in a cocoon of heat and anticipation. Daniel leaned against it, arms crossed, the tiny black tube dress pinched between his fingers like a wicked promise.
Bella's fingers clutching the hem of her oversized t-shirt. Even after years of marriage, after he’d seen and claimed every inch of her, spread her open, filled her in every possible way, watched her fall apart around his cock, his fingers, his tongue, this moment still made her unbearably shy. Her stomach fluttered with nervous, shameful heat.
Slowly, so slowly, she pulled the t-shirt up and over her head. Her full breasts bounced free, nipples already stiff and aching in the cool air. She dropped the shirt and immediately crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself, face burning hotter.
Daniel’s gaze was molten. “Shorts too, sweetheart.”
With a tiny, embarrassed whimper, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton shorts and eased them down her hips. They slid to the floor, leaving her in nothing but the simple white panties, now completely soaked through, the thin fabric clinging transparently to her swollen lips, the wet patch so dark and obvious it made her want to die of shame.
She stood there trembling, thighs pressed together, arms still hugging her breasts, eyes fixed on the carpet.
Daniel stepped forward and placed the dress in her hands. “Put it on for me.”
Bella swallowed, then stepped into the minuscule black tube. The stretchy fabric was unforgiving. She tugged it upward, and it snapped tightly over her hips like a second skin. Higher still, past her waist, over the curve of her ribs, until it finally settled just barely over her breasts.
It was obscene.
The top edge of the dress sat precariously low, only just covering her nipples. The soft upper swells of her breasts spilled over generously, and the dark hint of her areolas peeked teasingly at the rim. One deep breath, one small shift, and her nipples would slip free entirely.
Below, it was even worse. The hem barely skimmed the very top of her thighs just past her pussy, so short that it only covered the upper half of her ass.
The lower curves of her cheeks peeked out shamelessly beneath it. If she bent even slightly, or if the fabric rode up, which it threatened to do constantly, her soaked panties, or worse, her bare pussy, would be completely exposed.
Somehow, this dress made her feel even more embarrassed than the babydoll nightie she wore this morning.
Daniel closed the distance, tilting her chin up with a gentle finger. “How does it feel, baby?” he asked, voice low and rough.
She tugged uselessly at the hem, face flaming crimson. “Daniel… it’s way too short,” she whispered, voice cracking with mortification. “It hardly covers anything. My… my nipples are almost out. And down there… if I move wrong, everyone will see my… my…”
Bella’s breath stuttered. She couldn’t meet his eyes. “I feel… naked,” she admitted in a tiny, humiliated voice. “Like I’m on display."
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A dark growl escaped him. “Perfect.”
Without warning, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Strong hands pushed her thighs apart and shoved the pitiful hem higher, bunching it around her waist.
He hooked one finger into her drenched panties and yanked them roughly to the side, baring her glistening, swollen folds completely.
Bella gasped, hands flying to his hair. “Daniel——”
His mouth was on her instantly, hot, wet, ravenous. His tongue plunged between her pussy, lapping up her slickness in long strokes before sucking her throbbing clit between his lips.
She cried softly, legs shaking violently as pleasure slammed through her.
While his tongue worked her mercilessly, one thick finger slid backward, slick with her arousal, circling the tight, puckered ring of her asshole.
He teased it slowly, light pressure, gentle circles, reminding her how he’d claimed that hole too, how nothing on her body was off-limits to him.
Bella moaned helplessly, hips rocking into his face, shame and ecstasy twisting together. Her moans grew higher, needier, as the coil inside her tightened unbearably.
Just as Bella hovered on the brink of another shattering climax, Daniel eased back just enough for his lips to graze her throbbing, slick clit.
“Wear it all day for me,” he murmured, voice low and filthy against her soaked folds. “This pathetic little dress that barely hides your hard nipples or your dripping pussy. Let it ride up with every step, every bend. Feel how dangerously exposed you are—one wrong move and your tits or your wet cunt flashes for anyone to see. Stay desperate and aching like this until tonight… when I finally pin you down and fuck you raw in it.”
The words alone were enough to shove her over the edge.
Bella’s entire body seized in a violent, blinding orgasm. Her back bowed off the bed, hips bucking helplessly against Daniel’s mouth as wave after wave of searing pleasure ripped through her. A raw, broken cry tore from her throat—“Daniel—ummhm—!”—her voice cracking into desperate, slutty sobs.
Her slick walls clenched rhythmically around his tongue, pulsing hard, gushing fresh wetness that smeared across his lips and chin. Her thighs clamped around his head, trembling uncontrollably, toes curling tight as electric shocks sparked from her swollen clit straight up her spine.
Her nipples ached, stiff and straining against the bunched fabric of the dress, every breath making her heavy breasts jolt with the aftershocks.
Hot, shameful tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the sheer intensity—she felt utterly wrecked, exposed, reduced to a quivering, dripping mess who’d just come like a filthy whore on her husband’s tongue.
Thighs still quaking, slickness trickling down her inner legs and soaking the sheets beneath her ass, Bella floated in the hazy afterglow while Daniel’s tongue lapped lazily at her hypersensitive flesh, drawing out every last shiver and whimper.
The tiny black dress remained shoved uselessly around her waist, her soaked panties yanked roughly to the side, one thick finger still buried shallowly in her clenching asshole, teasing her with slow circles.
Then reality crashed in. Her eyes flew open in sudden panic.
“No—wait, Daniel, I can’t,” she gasped, voice breathless and trembling, hands pressing weakly against his head. “I have to go downstairs and cook dinner soon. Ethan always helps me in the kitchen… there’s no way I can wear this down there. It’s impossible!”
Daniel didn’t stop. He eased a second finger alongside the first, pressing both just inside her asshole, deliberately making her whimper and clench involuntarily. His tongue gave her clit one last lazy swirl before he lifted his head, eyes dark with amusement and heat.
“Speaking of Ethan…” he murmured, voice low, fingers twisting gently inside her ass. “Do you think you could give the kid a little… welfare? Just a small treat?”
Bella blinked, dazed and flushed. “W-what do you mean?”
He kept moving his fingers, small, teasing thrusts that made her hips jerk despite herself, while he spoke calmly, almost conversationally.
“You remember the Gate Outbreak, right? The year Mom died and Dad was gravely injured. Ethan was barely eighteen, had just awakened. He threw himself into low-rank Gates day and night to cover hospital bills, living expenses… even my tuition. Got that scar on his face protecting a party that abandoned him. Kid’s never really had a girlfriend since. Never been close to anyone.”
Bella’s breath hitched, a flicker of sympathy softening her expression even as her body betrayed her, rocking subtly into his touch. She hesitated, cheeks burning hotter. “You’d… you’d really be okay with another man looking at your wife like that?”
Daniel’s smile was slow, possessive. “Only if you’re okay with it, baby. I’d never force you.”
She bit her lip, voice trembling. “And you’re okay with this dress? It could slip down or ride up any second. He might see… my nipples. Or my… my pussy.”
Daniel’s fingers pressed deeper into her ass, making her moan softly. “Honestly?” he admitted, voice dropping to a growl. “I want to show off how gorgeous my wife is. I want Ethan to see what I have. Make him a little jealous of his big brother. And if he’s lucky enough to catch a glimpse of that perfect body… well, that’s just bonus.”
Bella buried her face in her hands, a mortified little whine escaping her. “You’re impossible,” she mumbled, voice muffled, bright red from her ears to her chest. But beneath the crippling shyness was a spark—a forbidden thrill that made her even wetter, her clit throbbing against the air.
She peeked through her fingers, breath shaky and uneven, her cheeks still flushed crimson from the overwhelming orgasm. “Fine… okay. I’ll do it,” she whispered, the words tumbling out in a mix of surrender and forbidden excitement.
The moment the admission left her lips, Daniel’s eyes darkened with triumphant lust, he eased his two slick fingers out of Bella’s tight ass. He withdrew them slowly, deliberately, dragging the pads along her sensitive inner walls and tugging her puckered ring outward in a teasing pull that made it cling to him for a final, reluctant second.
Then, with a lewd, wet pop, his fingers slipped free, the obscene sound echoing softly in the room and drawing a shaky, needy moan from deep in Bella’s throat.
Then did his hands shift lower. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her soaked panties—already yanked uselessly to the side—and he tugged them down her thighs in one slow, possessive slide, the damp fabric peeling away from her swollen, dripping pussy lips.
Bella’s hands flew down instinctively, grabbing the panties to hold them in place. “Daniel—what are you doing?” she gasped, voice high with fresh panic and lingering arousal.
He smirked, that wicked, filthy grin that always unraveled her. “Just adding a little more thrill, baby,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing. “Go downstairs like this—no panties. Feel the air on your bare cunt every time you move. Let that tiny dress tease your slick folds… imagine how wet you’ll stay.”
Her fingers tightened on the fabric, pulling it back up desperately. “No—I can’t! This dress is way too short; it’ll ride up or slip for sure. Do you really want Ethan to see my pussy? To get a full view of how soaked and naked I am under this?”
Daniel leaned in closer, breath hot against her neck. “If you’re careful, it won’t slip,” he pleaded, voice turning soft and pleading even as his eyes burned. “Come on, baby… for me. Just a little risk. It’ll make you throb all evening.”
Bella shook her head stubbornly, clutching the panties like a lifeline. “No. Absolutely not. I need them—at least something between me and… and total exposure.”
With a sudden, playful growl, Daniel yanked the panties from her grip, sliding them clean off her legs before she could stop him. He brought the soaked crotch to his face and inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he savored her musky, intoxicating scent—pure arousal, thick and heady.
Bella’s face burned with mortification, hands flying to cover herself under the bunched dress. “You’re… you’re impossible,” she whimpered, equal parts humiliated and turned on. “You really won’t let this go?"
“Not a chance,” he rasped, tossing the panties aside.Before she could protest further, he pushed her back onto the bed, pinning her wrists lightly above her head with one hand.
Bella’s breath hitched. “Daniel—what are you—?”
He didn’t answer.
His free hand moved swiftly to his jeans, unzipping them in one rough pull and freeing his thick, rigid cock, veins bulging angrily along the shaft, the fat, swollen head already slick and shining with pre-cum.
He dragged one slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip, eyes locked on her exposed, glistening pussy like he was starving for it, then guided the hot, blunt crown to her entrance.
The broad, burning head nudged her soaked folds apart, sliding once through her creamy wetness, deliberately grazing her hypersensitive clit and making her jerk with a sharp whimper. Then he settled right at her tight, fluttering opening.
Bella’s breath caught in her throat as he began to push, slow, merciless, relentless. The thick ridge of his crown stretched her open inch by searing inch, forcing her oversensitive walls to yield around him. Every vein, every pulse of his shaft dragged against her raw, post-orgasm nerves, sending violent sparks of too-much pleasure shooting up her spine.
Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly, still throbbing from the climax he’d just ripped out of her, now greedily sucking him deeper even as she sobbed out soft, broken pleas. Fresh slickness gushed around the intrusion, coating him in thick, hot cream, her body betraying her completely, aching, desperate, begging to be stuffed full despite her protests.
“Mouth says no,” he growled, voice gravel-rough, “but , look how your cunt is drowning me for this idea.” He sank halfway into her in one smooth, claiming glide, her velvet walls gripping him so tight it tore a guttural groan from his chest.
Bella’s back bowed violently off the bed, a raw, filthy moan ripping free as the exquisite, burning stretch lit every nerve ending on fire. Her nipples throbbed painfully against the tight fabric of the dress, clit pulsing in frantic need, thighs falling open wider on pure instinct, welcoming the brutal invasion even as her mind reeled.
“That’s… not… ahh... ah... not true,” she panted, voice shaking, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking her eyes. “I’m this wet because of you, not… not because of that…”
“You’re soaking my cock even more than before,” he rasped, dark amusement and lust thick in his tone. “Admit it, baby. Your greedy little pussy loves the idea.” With one final, possessive roll of his hips he buried himself to the hilt, heavy balls pressed flush against her ass, the sudden fullness punching the air from her lungs in a strangled cry.
Then he started fucking her, deep, deliberate strokes that dragged every thick inch out slowly, letting her feel the devastating emptiness, before slamming back in to the root. The lewd, wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingled with the obscene squelch of her dripping cunt swallowing him again and again.
“Say it, Bella,” he demanded between thrusts, pace building, hips snapping harder.
“Say… say what?” she gasped, barely coherent.
“Tell me you’ll go bare under that dress. Tell me you’ll keep this pretty pussy naked and dripping all evening”
“Nooo…… I won’t,” she whimpered stubbornly, even as her hips tilted up to meet every brutal thrust, her walls rippling and milking him in desperate waves.
He drove her mercilessly toward another peak, pounding through the moment her second orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy convulsed in violent, rhythmic spasms, squeezing him so hard he hissed, fresh floods of hot cream squirting around his shaft as she screamed his name, body shaking uncontrollably, vision whiting out from the intensity.
But he didn’t stop.
He pistoned into her oversensitive depths like a machine, fast, punishing strokes that turned the lingering ecstasy into exquisite, unbearable overstimulation. Every ridge and vein of his cock scraped across her raw, singing nerves; each deep thrust jolted her swollen G-spot and battered her cervix until pleasure blurred into something almost painful, electric shocks radiating from her stuffed cunt to the tips of her fingers and toes.
“Please, Daniel... I’m still coming... it’s too much —uHmnhm—!” she sobbed, hot tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, nails raking desperately down his back, body writhing and bucking beneath him as another cruel aftershock ripped through her.
“Then say it,” he snarled, relentless. “Tell me you’ll walk around this house with your bare, dripping pussy under this dress.”
“Nooo…” she wailed, voice breaking.
In one swift move Daniel flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips high into doggy.
He slammed back inside her flooded cunt with a single savage thrust that punched a lewd moan from her throat, then reached beneath her. One thick finger, slick with her own creamy juices, circled her tight, puckered asshole once, twice, before pressing firmly inside. He sank it deep alongside his cock, crooking it to rub hard against the thin, sensitive wall separating her channels, massaging his own pounding shaft through her body from the inside.
The overwhelming double penetration shattered every last shred of resistance.
Bella’s entire body seized, then exploded. A raw, desperate scream tore from her throat as pleasure-pain detonated in white-hot waves, her pussy squirting helplessly around his cock, ass clenching rhythmically on his invading finger.
Her arms gave out; she collapsed face-down into the mattress, hips still held high by his iron grip, trembling violently as the most intense climax yet ripped her apart.
“Okay, Daniel~! Okay, Y-yes!” she broke completely, voice hoarse and pleading, pushing back shamelessly onto cock and finger alike. “I’ll do it! I’ll go downstairs with nothing under this dress, my pussy completely bare and dripping! I’ll let the dress ride up, let Ethan see everything, let him stare at my naked, swollen cunt if that’s what you want, —just please, slow down, I can’t—”
Daniel groaned in dark triumph, but instead of easing up, he drove into her even harder—claiming every trembling, defeated inch of her body as his reward.
The kitchen air felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of sizzling oil and something far more primal. Bella’s bare feet stuck slightly to the cool tile with every nervous shift of weight, a faint reminder of the slickness still coating her inner thighs.
The pathetic scrap of black fabric clung to her sweat-damp skin like a second, cruel lover—stretching, slipping, threatening to betray her at any moment.
When Ethan walked in, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
He stopped dead in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the light for a moment. His sharp eyes involuntarily swept down her body—pausing on how the tight tube dress stretched over her full, heavy breasts, the deep cleavage spilling over the top, her nipples already stiff and poking through the thin fabric.
Lower, the hem barely covered the tops of her thick ass, the soft undersides of her plump ass cheeks peeking out every time she breathed. A faint sheen of arousal glistened on her skin just below the hem, catching the light.
Ethan’s throat bobbed hard. A deep flush crawled up his thick neck, disappearing into the collar of his worn t-shirt. He jerked his gaze away, jaw clenching, but not before Bella caught the raw hunger flashing across his scarred face.
Bella’s heart hammered. She turned toward the counter, pretending to busy herself with the cutting board, voice light and overly casual. “It’s… really hot today, isn’t it?”
Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, still not quite looking at her. “Y-yeah. Super humid.” His voice came out deeper than usual, a little rough.
She laughed nervously.
He glanced up briefly, then away again. “I’ll… uh… grab the standing fan from the living room. Bring it in here so it’s cooler for you.”
He turned and left faster than necessary, broad back disappearing down the hall. Bella exhaled shakily, watching him go.
Ethan was massive—well over six feet, built like a tank from years of hauling gear and fighting monsters in the Gates. His shoulders strained against his plain T-shirt, thick arms corded with muscle and marked by faint white scars that ran across his biceps and forearms.
His face was handsome in a rugged way, with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, dark hair a little too long, but those scars told the real story. A jagged scar cut across his cheek, one thin line cut through his left eyebrow, another along his jaw. Reminders of close calls in low-rank Gates he’d cleared alone to keep the family afloat when everything fell apart.
After the gate outbreak that took their mother and left their father severely injured, Daniel was still clawing his way up, while Ethan had carried them through. Even now, with Daniel’s company thriving and money no longer a concern, he still refused to quit hunting. He trained obsessively, determined to protect them all if another gate outbreak ever came too close.
When he wasn’t running Gates, he was here—quietly fixing leaks, carrying groceries, helping Bella with whatever needed doing. Responsible, gentle, dependable. Bella’s chest tightened with affection and something warmer, more dangerous. Maybe… it wouldn’t hurt to let him see a little skin.
He returned with the heavy standing fan, muscles flexing as he carried it one-handed. He plugged it in near her workstation and angled it directly at her.
The sudden rush of cool air hit her bare skin like ice—her nipples tightened painfully hard, poking obscenely against the stretched fabric. Goosebumps raced over her exposed thighs and the lower curves of her ass.
“Thanks, Ethan,” she murmured, voice softer than intended.
He nodded curtly, washing his hands at the sink. “Veggies?”
She handed him a knife and a pile of carrots, grateful for the distraction.
They worked side by side in tense silence, but today the space between them felt impossibly small, dangerously intimate.
Ethan had positioned himself closer than ever, his massive frame looming just inches away, the raw heat rolling off his body in waves that completely overpowered the fan’s cool breeze. It enveloped her like a living thing—thick, masculine warmth that made her skin prickle and her bare pussy throb with renewed awareness.
His scent flooded her senses, clean sweat mixed with the faint metallic tang of training gear, undercut by something deeper, earthier, undeniably potent—like the smell of pure, restrained male strength. Every breath she took pulled more of it into her lungs, making her head swim.
She barely reached the center of his broad chest; if she turned even slightly, her face would press directly into the hard slab of muscle hidden beneath his thin t-shirt.
His biceps brushed her arm with every rhythmic chop of the knife—accidental, or maybe not—each one thicker than her soft thigh, veins bulging under scarred, sun-tanned skin. The casual contact sent little sparks skittering across her nerves.
And then she felt it.
The heat of his gaze.
He wasn’t obvious about it, no blatant staring, but Bella could sense those sharp eyes stealing furtive glances. Quick, burning looks that traced the deep spill of her cleavage, the way the tube dress clung desperately to her heavy breasts, the endless expanse of her exposed thighs.
She felt each stolen glimpse like a physical touch—hot, intense, almost feverish—lingering a second too long before flicking away whenever she shifted.
Her stomach fluttered with a mix of embarrassment and something far more dangerous. The knowledge that he was looking, really looking, at her barely covered body sent a fresh rush of warmth straight to her core.
Her bare pussy clenched involuntarily, lips growing slicker under the tiny hem, a slow trickle of arousal threatening to slip further down her inner thigh.
She tried to focus on the vegetables, but every brush of his arm, every stolen glance she felt burning into her skin, only made her hotter, wetter, more aware of how utterly exposed she was beside this towering, powerful man who could so easily overpower her if he ever chose to.
A treacherous thought slithered through her mind, if those huge, scarred hands ever lost control—if he decided to grab her waist and bend her over this counter—she’d be utterly helpless.
He could pin her down with one arm, spread her legs with the other, and take whatever he wanted. The dark fantasy sent a fresh gush of heat between her thighs, her bare pussy clenching visibly, lips swelling further under the tiny dress.
She didn’t notice her breathing growing shallow, ragged. Didn’t notice how her hardened nipples strained even more desperately against the slipping fabric.
Then it happened.
The top edge of the tube dress, already stretched beyond reason, crept downward from the constant small movements—reaching, chopping, breathing. It slipped past her wide, pink areolas in one slow, inevitable slide.
Her massive breasts spilled free with a heavy, erotic bounce—full, pendulous globes swaying into the open air, soft and creamy, capped with thick, stiff nipples begging for attention. They jiggled hypnotically for several long seconds, the cool fan breeze teasing the sensitive peaks into even harder points.
Bella gasped sharply, yanking the fabric back up with trembling hands, face burning crimson as she tucked her breasts back in.
Heart racing, she risked a panicked glance at Ethan.
But he wasn’t looking at her chest.
His gaze was locked lower, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes dark and intense, staring directly between her slightly parted thighs where the hem had ridden dangerously high, exposing the smooth, puffy lips of her bare, glistening pussy.