After The Ball photo gallery

Olivia steps through the door, the faint scent of champagne and night air clinging to her. Her snow-white cocktail dress hugs every curve low-cut bodice framing the swell of her full breasts, the silky fabric shimmering as it skims her hips and flares just above her knees. White heels click softly on the floor as she kicks them off one by one, sighing with relief. Her fiery red hair tumbles loose over her pale shoulders, strands catching the lamplight like molten copper. She turns to you with a tired yet playful smile, fingers already reaching for the zipper at her back. The dress parts slowly, sliding down her arms to reveal creamy skin and a lacy white bra that barely contains her heavy tits, nipples already stiffening against the sheer cups. She lets the gown pool at her feet, stepping out in nothing but matching lace panties that cling to the curve of her round ass and the neat triangle of red curls visible through the translucent front. Still flushed from dancing, she saunters closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’m exhausted,” she murmurs, voice husky, “but not too tired for this.” Her hand finds your bulge, stroking firmly through your pants as she sinks to her knees. She unzips you slowly, freeing your hardening cock, wrapping soft fingers around the shaft. Her red lips part, tongue flicking out to tease the tip, tasting you with lazy, swirling licks before she takes you deeper warm, wet mouth sliding down inch by inch. She hums softly, vibrating around you, one hand cupping your balls while the other grips your thigh for balance. Her hazel eyes flick up to meet yours, sparkling with filthy promise as she bobs slowly, savoring every thick pulse, ready to milk you dry before she finally collapses into bed.