A decade's worth of unspoken words churned in Jimmy's head, begging to spill out. He gulped down more whiskey, the cold liquor doing fuck-all to douse the molten desire raging in his chest.
*Click, click, click, click~*
Amid the drunken cacophony, his ears caught the sharp, deliberate tap of high heels on the floor.
His pulse spiked, a surge of raw, animal excitement coursing through him.
Jimmy was dead certain it was Elsa's walk! She never wore heels back then, always sticking to her cute sneakers, but the rhythm—the confident cadence—was unmistakably hers. It was like his body remembered her before his brain could catch up!
*Click, click, click, click~*
The sound grew closer, and his eyes locked onto the private room's door, his heart hammering so hard it felt like it might rip through his ribs.
Anticipation and dread collided, stealing his breath, leaving him frozen, every nerve screaming for her.
With the creak of the door swinging open, a voluptuous, snow-skinned goddess of raw, breathtaking sensuality strutted into the room.
Jimmy's heart lurched—he knew instantly it was Elsa, the woman he'd obsessed over for a decade, his sweetest and most gut-wrenching first love!!
She was still drop-dead gorgeous, but the Elsa of his memories—that pure, bare-faced angel next door—was nowhere to be found. This woman now in front of him was a walking wet dream, a shameless vixen who owned the room the second she stepped in, a complete betrayal of the innocent girl he once knew!
Her once makeup-free face was now a canvas of pure seduction: bold purple eyeshadow framed her eyes, screaming slutty confidence; her thin lips, now plump and glistening with high-end scarlet gloss, parted to reveal perfect white teeth.
Every move she made—every sway of her hips, every toss of her hair—oozed a filthy, irresistible allure that Jimmy had never seen in her before.
She was no longer his shy sweetheart—she was a fucking siren, built to break men, radiating mature, shameless charm...
And her outfit? Jesus Christ!
Elsa was poured into a wine-red, V-neck, backless halter pencil short skirt, so tight it might as well have been painted on. The plunging neckline plunged daringly low, leaving her creamy ribcage bare, so close to revealing the cute little navel Jimmy used to kiss in his dreams!
The neckline barely held her massive, unmanageable tits, the flimsy straps of the skintight dress only just covering her areolas.
Her creamy, snow-white cleavage and the plump sideboobs spilled out shamelessly, a pornographic full display that screamed for every eye in the room to devour!
Jimmy's eyes locked onto the thin fabric stretched over her chest, where two shamelessly erect nipples poked through, proud and defiant.
No bra—fuck! She wasn't wearing a bra!!!
Jimmy was dead certain Elsa wasn't wearing a bra! The thin fabric stretched over her plump breasts betrayed two blatant, rock-hard nipples jutting proudly from her snowy peaks. Even through the cloth, he could picture those pink, needy buds, begging to be sucked, pinched, and claimed~
Could it be that some pervert beat him to it, swiping her bra and forcing her to show up topless??
Beneath her heaving, porn-star tits, Elsa's waist was impossibly slender, the clingy fabric hugging every curve like a lover's hands.
A slight, sensual bulge at her lower belly marked her as a ripe, fertile woman—a badge of mature sluts everywhere.
That was her womb, the sacred cradle of life, and her plump, healthy abdomen was proof her body was primed and aching to be bred!!
Jimmy's mind spiraled into dark, filthy fantasies of filling her up, pumping her full until she was swollen with his seed, her belly round and her tits leaking!
His cock stirred, a primal ache throbbing in his groin at the thought of tearing that dress off and ravaging her right there!
His eyes drifted lower, drinking in her thick, meaty thighs wrapped in ultra-sheer black pantyhose. The fabric was so thin it was practically transparent, her juicy leg flesh straining against it, her fair skin glowing like a beacon of fuck-me allure~
Her dainty feet were strapped into open-toe high-heel sandals, the elegant curve of her arch and instep on full display, a fetishist's wet dream!
Through the gossamer hose, her ten toes, painted a slutty crimson, wiggled like little cocksuckers begging for attention~
From the moment Elsa strutted in, her obscene, ripe-as-fuck tits stole the spotlight. Every bastard in the room gaped, eyes bulging, dicks probably twitching, desperate to bury their faces in that deep, sinful cleavage!
The women, though, shot her venomous glares, green with envy but laced with disgust. Their eyes screamed whore, and fuck, Elsa played the part to perfection—a shameless bitch who'd spread her legs for anyone with a pulse!
Even with the evidence staring him in the face, Jimmy couldn't wrap his head around it—
Back in the day, Elsa got teased for sharing her name with that Disney princess, earning her the playful nickname "Princess" among our class. Jimmy was damn proud to have shared a sweet, pure romance with such an innocent princess.
But now, that chaste little princess has leveled up into a whole new role—a seductive mature woman who oozes raw, filthy allure! This insane, jaw-dropping contrast is just too fucking shocking!!!
This sultry, cock-teasing mature woman, strutting like a whore in heat, was the same shy girl who'd blush red as a cherry just from holding his hand? What the fuck happened to her in these ten years?!!
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