The next morning, Tae stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room.
Her “outfit” was barely an outfit at all — a paper-thin, almost transparent little slip-dress that clung to her curves and left nothing to the imagination. No bra. No panties. Every step made her breasts jiggle, nipples poking against the fabric. Her pussy lips were visible through the material, already glistening.






















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