Alessandro barely made it through his bedroom door before he slammed it shut behind him, breathing hard like he'd just run a marathon. His cock was already rock-hard, throbbing angrily against the confines of his pants, leaking precum into his boxers. He was so fucking needy it hurt.
"Shit… fuck," he growled under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.
He'd only gone to her room to see if she'd gotten the dress, but the second he saw her standing there in that tiny nightwear, every thought in his head vanished except one: how goddamn gorgeous she was. The thin, semi-tight shirt clung to her full breasts like a second skin, the soft fabric outlining her nipples perfectly.
Below that, those short shorts rode high on her thighs, barely covering the curve of her ass, the hem teasing the soft skin where her legs met her body. she looked like pure sin wrapped in innocence. So fucking hot. So dangerously beautiful.
