Seethrough

The see-through dress leaves nothing to guesswork. She stands in front of the mirror, nipples pressing against the thin fabric, the curve of her ass on full display. Her fingers trace the edge of the hem, lifting it slowly to show bare skin beneath. She turns, checks the view from behind, and smiles at what she sees. The plan is simple: walk in, let him look, and feel his hands grab her before the dress even hits the floor. She slides a hand between her legs, already wet at the thought of him taking her hard, her body rocking under the weight of each thrust until he finishes across her face.