C1672 You're Not Going to be a Caretaker

A black dress with a hanging belt perfectly outlined a woman's exquisite figure. It was as if the dress was growing on her body, and it fit her in every part.

He put on the black stockings and the enchanting high heels. His wavy hair was casually draped over his shoulders. All he needed was a bewitching lipstick on his red lips, and a sexy beauty would be born