Misty stands in the doorway, the light from the hall illuminating half her face. She’s twisted her hair up, revealing the smooth column of her neck, and I follow it down to where her breasts puddle above the neckline of her dress like they can no longer be contained. I want to rip it down and feel how perfectly they’d fit around my cock, hear the sounds she’d make as I fucked her tits. She breaks my control, turning me primal.
