Lydia stared at herself in the vanity mirror. Her fingers moved along the rim of the oak finish, as she eyed her reflection looking back at her. Lydia adorned a long red dress, the crimson this straps were tight against her shoulders. Her cleavage was very deep and didn't leaving much to the imagination. The dress in whole was tight against her slender physique. Lydia's long blond tresses cascaded down past her shoulders, and her lips were crimson stained.
The oak door behind her had opened slowly.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.15 seconds at 7:00am on Sep 08, 2024 via server web1.