Kashchey looked at his beloved with shining eyes. Today you put on the same dress that he gave you a couple of months ago, but you refused to wear it because "there is nowhere to put it on."

Now there is a place to go. It is the duty of any man to take his lady somewhere "in public", to some decent place, isn't it?

But seeing how beautiful your curves are, how delicate your skin is under the fabric of a gorgeous red dress, to which your hands are reaching out, Pavel bit his lower lip slightly.

— it suits you very well, my beauty. Red suits your pretty face, - curly purred, — and you kept resisting, "I won't wear it," "I won't."

Kashchey moved closer, wrapping his fingers around your waist, running his fingertips over the ties of the dress on the back in a suggestive way.

— let's go later.

His lips touch your stomach, paving a path to your neck, while one of his hands pulls at the tie of the dress, and the other, free, strokes your thigh under the fabric of the dress.

— hmm... my favorite girl.

He whispers in your ear, kissing the neck area under your ear.