C38 CHAPTER 38 - NOT MY STYLE

Mackenzie was standing in nothing but a flimsy black lace bra and matching black panties. And her high heels. She swayed slightly, making her hair flirt around her back.

“It’s so hot..” She muttered to herself, reaching to her back and struggling to reach the pins of her bra.

Now that the danger was gone, she was lost under the influence of the tequila shots she had been chugging down all night