Fuck. Ava thought as she pulled her black seamed stockings on clipping them to her lacy garter belt. A damned run in her stocking!
Well, she wasn’t going to let that ruin what could be one of the hottest nights in her life. Her buzzing phone alerted her to a text.
Hey sexy, when are you picking us up?
I’m sending a car for you in a few.
Can’t wait, babe. I’m so hot to do this!
Quickly, Ava slipped into a tight black bustier that showed a lot of cleavage. Her breasts heaved upward as her breath quickened at the thought of this evening’s plans. Dabbing lipstick to her full lips, she gave herself a final glance in the mirror. Her raven black hair hung straight down her back, her cold blue eyes lined dramatically with kohl liner. (more…)