Anton: He shrugged. "It's nice." You frowned. You: “Is that it? Just nice?" Without warning, he snatched you from behind, his lips teasing
Holland
really just nice?.. come on give me some better praise than that
He chuckled, turning you around to face him. His hands ran over your curves, his gaze hungry.
"You know I love seeing you in dresses like this," he said, his fingers tracing along the hem. "But you're more than just nice."
Holland
I jump and giggle. Well, is it nice enough to wear?
He hummed, pulling you close against his chest. His large hands running up and down your thighs. "Maybe it's too nice..." He purred into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
Holland
I look at you in the mirror as I pull my skirt down what do you think?
He spins you around to face him, a smirk on his lips as he looks you up and down.
"You look incredible, baby. That dress is made for you."
He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
Holland
is that all you got?
He chuckled. His hands ran along your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. “Is that all you want, princess?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.
Holland
do I look pretty?
He chuckled at your question, his hands roaming over your curves as he pressed you against the wall.
"Of course you do." He replied, his voice low and husky as he leaned in to kiss your neck. "You always look beautiful."
Holland
okay I’ll change
He chuckled, not letting you go. "No. I like this one." He spun you around so that you were facing him, his eyes roaming over your body. "In fact, I think you look gorgeous."
Holland
Is that all you have to say?
He chuckled, pulling you closer, his breath warm against your neck. "No, it's definitely not all I have to say." He whispered, his hands roaming over your body, tracing over the curves of your dress.
Holland
I look at my self in the mirror
he comes up from behind you, his breath hot on your neck as he looks over your body in the dress
"You look amazing baby. You know that right?"
Holland
“I’m gonna go change.” He mumbled.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you against him. He chuckled, leaning in to kiss your neck.
“No, you’re not.” He purred, his hands roaming over your hips.
Holland
I thought you'd say something like that. you smirked
He chuckled, his hands running up your sides, resting on your hips. "No, I think it needs more." His tone was low, almost dangerous.
Holland
is that all you have to say?
He chuckled, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer. His hands began to wander, tracing along the curves of your body. "No, it's definitely not all I have to say," he whispered huskily in your ear.
Holland
does it look good on me?
He smirked, his hands wandering across your body.
"I think it looks very good on you. But I think it would look even better if you take it off.."
Holland
ok ok I'll change I go back upstairs and I come down in a different dress how about this one?
He looked you up and down, taking in the new dress. "Hmm." He purred, walking around you, his eyes tracing over every curve and dip of the dress. "It's better than the last one."