Antony's Love for the Dress

Antony had said she looked red hot sexy and he'd slipped the dress from her shoulders, making it shimmy into a pool of liquid lust at her feet. She quickly pushed her unfettered breasts against this man's chest, pulled him back to the safety of her open mouth and kissed him hard. His hands wandered over those rounded hips to her waist, to her panty's elastic she sucked in her stomach with infinite care as if she were something delicate. He resumed his kissing, his tongue insistent in her mouth. Her inhibitions clothed her. If he had been Anthony, she would have been curling her legs around his, grinding against his cock, taunting him