The red dress clung to her curves like it was painted on, highlighting her narrow waist, wide hips, and those massive, heaving breasts. The thin straps had slipped dangerously low, barely holding on as her chest rose and fell.
Lady Emilia finally snapped out of her shock. She yanked her hand back as if she had touched fire, her palm still tingling from the heat and thickness of my cock.
She took a small, stumbling step backward, her eyes darting from my exposed, throbbing erection up to my face, then back down again in disbelief.
"You…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with disbelief. "It's you."
I thought you were Aria," I said, my voice low and stunned as I stood there with my pants still open.
Lady Emilia's eyes widened further as recognition hit her fully. "You were in the boutique today," she said, her tone sharp with disbelief.
