Dressed as a Roman Slut: My First Forbidden Threesome Awakening
Upstairs in the dimly lit bedroom of that swanky Paris apartment, my heart hammered like a drum. The air thick with champagne and lust. I’d come this far—dressed as a Roman whore, legs smooth, tits pushed up, wig cascading. No turning back now. Sophie had pushed me into this, her eyes gleaming with mischief. But…