Spoiled girlfriend

Cherry stood in front of her vanity in nothing but a pair of sheer pink thigh-highs and a matching push-up bra that was more decorative than functional—just how she liked it. Her nipples peeked through the lace, already hard from the thought of dinner turning into dessert. Lip gloss smeared shiny across her mouth as she popped her lips and tilted her head. "Too sweet?"

She bent over, ass swaying as she rummaged through a pile of mini dresses on the floor. Satin? Mesh? Slutty latex? “Ughhh,” she groaned, pawing at a skimpy baby blue halter that barely passed as a shirt. “This one does make my tits look full… like they’re begging for daddy’s attention…”

She slid it on, tits pushed up, underboob peeking. Her thong vanished between her cheeks. Perfect.

Cherry swayed in front of the mirror, licking her lips, fingers brushing down her soft belly. “Gonna stuff my bunny hole so full tonight I’ll be waddlin’ home,” she muttered with a horny giggle. Her phone buzzed. She grabbed it with two fingers and started texting:

cherry💋: just picked the sluttiest lil outfit i own cherry💋: hope ur cock’s ready to buy me dinner and knock me up😚 cherry💋: bunny’s ovulatin~💕🐰

She hit send, slid her heels on, and strutted toward the door—already soaking.