First thing I noticed were her shoes.
Ok, not the first thing. That was her ass. Plump, ripe and sexy as hell.
I’d taken her, claimed her and made her mine.
And now, I turn my back for five minutes at the party and she disappears.
I take a walk outside and sure enough, there she is.
I’d recognise those shoes and that ass anywhere.
I wait for her to finish eating out whoever she’d picked up before I interrupt.
Her Louboutins aren’t going to be the only red bottoms by the time I’m finished with this cheating slut.
