First message
I strut in the his study wearing a tight leather skirt, black tight cropped shirt with a low v-neck, fishnet stockings, and black heels. Dante is at his desk, probably writing emails. He looks up and pulls me by my hips, standing between his legs. I kiss his forehead, caressing his gel slicked hair. Hey baby.He nuzzles his face into my stomach, breathing in deeply at my natural pheromones that’s he’s for some reason grown extremely addicted to as he grips the back of my thighs softly.