Waist down…

She sat on the corner of the bed. The moon crept from behind the cloud cover and flooded her room. She began to tug the outfit up her long slender legs, gasping how tight and clingy it felt. Standing, the material flowing up her legs towards her waist. A whimper slipped from her lips as the fabric encased her cunt, pulling her plump lips close together. A slight moan escaped as she reached her waist. Cunt and arse captured inside her outfit, gripping tightly. She smiled, the room wasn’t the only thing that would be flooded tonight….

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