She was feeling confident and sexy in her new dress. Unlike the risqué dress she’d worn to go dancing at Laskaris the one time with Dimitra and the girls, this was classy and from the mock turtleneck to the knee, she was covered. Yet, the dress hugged her frame in a way which amplified her curves. Her waist was looking far narrower than she knew it to be and her butt was rounded. Darya had whispered naughtily it made her want to spank her and she’d shrieked and giggled when she had slapped her right on the ass.
Right now, Dimi was singing Sir Mix A Lot’s Big Butts song and Darya was twerking on all fours on the bed while Magda rolled around clutching her stomach laughing.
“Stop making me laugh or my make-up is going to run.”
“Should have used waterproof mascara. That way when you choke
