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Eb18 · 08 May 2026 -
Kent's night out with Zafira quickly turns steamy and leads to some Idol fun.
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Downstairs, Kent checked his reflection in the hallway mirror one last time. He didn’t know why, but for some reason his heart was thumping in his chest. Every so often it would jump once or twice before settling back into its normal rhythm. Nerves, maybe?
Julie would never be. So he took a deep breath and immediately buried the feeling.
He smoothed a stray hair behind her ear and glanced down to make sure the latex dress still clung to every curve the way he wanted. The gloves creaked as he flexed Julie’s fingers. He could feel the tacky fingerprint ridges of the latex, the slickness of oil, and the bite of the stiletto sandals cinched tight up her calves.
Perfect. He wanted to look like trouble.
He opened the door without checking the peephole.
For a second, Zafira just stared. She’d always been cute in that nervous, girl-next-door way—olive skin, unruly dark curls, big eyes that never quite met yours. But now those eyes went round as she scanned Julie’s body from crown to toe and back up again. She held her phone like it might protect her, but her knuckles whitened around the case.
Kent gave her a slow smile. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”
Zafira let out a laugh, then covered her mouth with her free hand. “I—wow. Oh my god.”
He leaned on the doorframe, showing off the curve of Julie’s thigh. The latex dress squeaked as it caught on itself, laces at the front tugging Julie’s tits together. Kent made sure to arch her back just a little, letting her chest lead. He couldn’t tell if Zafira was caught between staring or wanting to reach out.
Kent arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t expect me to actually dress up, huh?”
Zafira flushed, looking away. “No, I mean—yes! I just—fuck, Julie, you look…” She ran out of air before she finished, and the words died somewhere in her throat.
He stepped aside, letting Zafira in. She shuffled across the threshold, phone now clutched to her chest, eyes fixed on the ground.
Kent grinned wider. He could smell her perfume before she even passed. She wore a white lace halter dress that was so delicate with a deep V cut plunging halfway to her navel. The floral mesh clung to every curve, showing off skin and the faintest outline of a pale pink bra. Her hair …
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She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
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Yes new chapter as always love this story
Glad to supply. You might be also happy to know that one of the things you suggested made it into this chapter.