Kylie’s Song
The single-story house sat on a cul-de-sac, far away from the traffic on Blackstock Road. Inside, in front of a mirror shaped like a giant teardrop, a woman examined herself. She was almost naked as she studied her slender yet athletic build. Kylie didn’t know whether to be excited…or terrified. He was coming. In less than 30 minutes he would be here. Would Brayden really do this for her? She had her share of doubts. ‘He’ll hate me after this for sure,’ she thought. ‘He’ll think I’m disgusting.’ Of course right now the 23-year-old looked anything but disgusting. Kylie’s alluring beauty practically taunted her in the mirror. She wore only a deep magenta bra and matching panties. The deep purplish-pink set off her dusky skin tone perfectly. The push-up bra barely contained the swell of …