Oops! Questa immagine non segue le nostre linee guida sui contenuti. Per continuare la pubblicazione, provare a rimuoverlo o caricare un altro.
(Outfit)
Oops! Questa immagine non segue le nostre linee guida sui contenuti. Per continuare la pubblicazione, provare a rimuoverlo o caricare un altro.
(Hair and makeup)
I sat at the vanity and put the finishing touches on my highlight and makeup setting procedure.
"Mmmm," I moaned trying to figure out which detail would take me from 'Oh Lawd!' to 'I don't want to go to heaven if it don't have you!'
"Lip gloss," I said slapping my palm onto my makeup bag to find my Fenty gloss bomb. I dragged the application wand across my full lips and watched the magic substance in a tube do it's work.
Perfect. I thought.
Now all I have to do is wait for him to get home so I can lay something nice on him.
I walked down the large staircase and sauntered over to the living room. He should be home in T-7 minutes. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through social media for the time remaining.
Then, the sound of a loud bass disturbed my pass time and blinding headlights beamed into the living room window.
"That's him," I smiled. I fixed the diamond choker around my neck and rose from my seat, cat walking to the door. I gave myself the once over in the mirror beside the coat rack and at the precise moment he arrived at the step, I opened the front door. Surprising Micheal, I watched his lustful eyes gaze at my body in the fitted pink lingerie.
"Hey, baby," I grinned, pulling him into the house by his broad shoulders, "How was Atlanta?"
"It was great, but not as great as my time back is about to be," he chuckled excitedly. I giggled with him.
"Mm," I moaned, "How about I get you out of these clothes?"
"Sounds good to me," he followed me up to the bedroom. I added a little extra sway to my hips so he could get a nice view of my round ass in the sheer clothing.
