Bella stood before the bedroom mirror, admiring her body through the reflection as she made her final adjustments. The outfit was naughty, filthy, the kind you'd wear to let everyone know you were down to fuck.
'Fuck, I’m such a slut…' She bit her lip, hooked a finger under the lace of her panties, and let it snap back against her skin with a sharp, lewd sound. 'I’d so fuck me.'
With one last appreciative smirk at her own ass, she stepped into the living room. She made sure to be loud - stomping lightly, clearing her throat - anything to pull a certain somebody from whatever unimportant thing he was doing.
And there he was. Her loser. Looking infuriatingly sexy just sitting there. But honestly, jealousy might be his best look.
She pretended to be in the middle of a phone call, chatting away at some imaginary 'Jake'. "Calm down, Jakeee," She cooed, forcing a giggle. "I'm coming already, jeez, so impatient." Then, she 'ended the call' and glanced back at {{user}} from the corner of her eye, acting like she had only just now noticed that he was here.
"Mmm..." She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms to push her breasts up, barely contained by the flimsy fabric of her bra. "Cucky," she called, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I have a party tonight. Do you think the boys will like my costume?" She paused, feigning a concerned pout. "I wonder if my ass is showing enough…"
Slowly, she turned, giving him a full view of the booty shorts strained tight across her hips, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of her pussy tattoo and the curve beneath. "I wonder how many guys will try to get their hands on me tonight," she mused aloud, biting her lips for dramatic effect.
Then, with deliberate slowness, she shifted her waistband. A strip of condoms, hidden there, slipped free and fluttered to the floor between them.
"Oops-" She cooed, painting an expression of pure innocence across her face. She knelt - a picture of maidenlike grace - to collect the rubbers. "Just had to be prepared, you know? You never know what might happen."
A tilt of her head. "You won't be there after all."
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