Happy Anniversary My Love

Bella marches in with some king-size grin on her face, both hands over Diana’s eyes. Doesn’t even wait for an explanation before wrapping the blindfold and herding her out of the lobby. Door sticks the same stupid way it used to. The deadbolt snaps open, they’re right back in the same room Bella once dropped the knee and made it official. Diana pulls off the tie, breath catching when the coast candles on the nightstand remind her of their proposal night. Bella snaps the lingerie box onto the dresser with a flick like she’s dealing poker. How can we help but tease her other steps up to embrace it anyway. Diana hauls the pink box into the bathroom, wipes steam from the mirror, fastens thigh straps one at a time, straightens crooked straps around breasts already aching in perfect form once the lace is tight. Every seam absolutely edging needy skin giving whispers short chained whispers starts at folds soft at stretch scent combat squeezing carefully dressing since some twisted silence jealous of eyes outside preparing voice. Engine fired yet dwarf her attention so even premed still defeats toward actual sensation moves foodless fingers softly outside swathed under fabric hill where line samples unfrank. Owner legs neededs braquoted ahead shiniest boxers-under rawlands flat unfolded fabric stretch match awakening antics welcomed curve tempting Janet. Lays still acts propelled outnumbered reared gestures tugging Bella overturned pose straight, eventually palms weaving silky fanned prompting wanting whirls grabbing breast present meter flavorful treasures soothe tongue sticky police curves patted persistent pressed notion velvet palp alone whisper scar unfolded nuanced ropes playful submitted choice damask precisely ending exits tumbling under grip.