She smiled maliciously as she was satisfied with her makeup, "See? I am still the prettiest woman Vincent ever has."
Priscilla walked naked around her bedroom and opened the wardrobe. She picked her favorite black dress that was barely covering her butt. The tight dress accentuated her hips and pressed her boobs as if they would burst out soon.
Priscilla wore her high heel and sprayed her sweet perfume that would incite a man's desire. She fixed her hair a little, and after she was done with her preparation, she walked around the bedroom while posing in front of a tall mirror.
She was awed by her beauty and thus commented, "There is no way Vincent wouldn't be tempted by this. This is the dress he bought on my birthday. He said I should save it for a special occasion."
"Well, there is no special occasion. But I will use it anyway, I will make sure he will not be able to resist me!" Priscilla claimed.
