Alan's breath hitched at her touch, his eyes darkening with desire. He claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as his hands roamed her body.
Tia moaned softly into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him. She could feel his arousal straining against his pants, throbbing hard, and it ignited a fire within her.
Breaking the kiss, Alan trailed his lips down her neck, leaving a path of kisses as he went.
His hands found the laces of her dress, tugging gently to free them.
The dress fell from her shoulder, they stopped falling at her waist after all, Tia sat on his lap.
However, she was donned in black lace bra, looking sexy and erotic.
Her cheeks flushed a deep red as Alan's gaze raked over her body.
"Ah, I heard men like these so I wore them for you... Do you love them?" she asked.
"Of course, I love them... You're beautiful no matter what you wear," he murmured feeling excited seeing her like this.
