Sakura walked in, stockings hugging her legs, those panties teasing me like a secret peeking out under her tight dress. Bob's name, his messages on her phone, vanished from my mind. She had me, like always. But the thought hit—did she wear them for him, too? Strangely, it only made me want her more.

Sakura walked in, stockings hugging her legs, those panties teasing me like a secret peeking out under her tight dress. Bob's name, his messages on her phone, vanished from my mind. She had me, like always. But the thought hit—did she wear them for him, too? Strangely, it only made me want her more.