Jared POV
When Zina returns downstairs, she's in an even bolder dress. I almost choke on air as my eyes become stuck on the deep neckline. It dips so low, ending just above her belly piercing that I can only imagine what the back looks like.
Her perky tits make my mouth-with the taste of her
still lingering-water.
I discreetly adjust my dick when she approaches.
"I'm ready. Big mate." She snidely saidm
"What are you wearing ?
Oh, did I mention her dress is creating the illusion of her being naked?
"Versace." Twirling, she gives me her back.
Her bare back. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she cocks her hip and seductively purrs, "Do you not like it?"
She's trying to kill my poor dick.
"You're practically naked, Zina."
"Good to know your eyes work," she retorts, facing me. "I saved you a yearly trip to the doctor."
Rubbing at my temple, I grumble, "I don't understand women's fashion.
