He opened the door and leaned out, shouting, “Happy now? I’m decent!”

“Hardly!” she shot back, but her footsteps thudded up the stairs anyway, heavy and determined in his sneakers. He sat on the bed’s edge,Big Breasted Bride the mattress dipping under his weight, and rolled the first stocking up his leg, his touch gentle as the glossy black fabric stretched over his calf, hugging the muscle he’d worked so hard that day. He stared up at her, his own body looming over him, and the surrealness only stoked the fire.
Linda’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on his as she rocked against him, the bulge in her jeans pressing into his core. “Yeah.