Kiara:

Zane grabs my waist, pressing my body toward him. His hands trail up my thighs until they rest on my butt, barely covered by the dress. He pulls away from the kiss, his breath hot against my lips.

"I don't know what I was thinking when I bought this dress."

As I open my mouth to respond, he grabs the slit in front of me, ripping the dress until my pussy becomes visible.

"I guess that solves the problem," he says, taking my lips again, but this time tenderly. He pulls me up to his body, ...