Yes

She quickly stood up from her vanity, the red dress hugging her curves as she moved. She looked around her room, her eyes scanning for a pair of heels that would match the bold and confident look she was going for. She spotted a pair of black strappy heels in the corner of her room and quickly made her way over to them. She slipped them on, her feet sinking into the soft leather as she tightened the straps.

Bianca's hands moved swiftly as she tightened the straps of her heels, the soft leather creaking in protest. She stood up, her eyes darting towards the door as another knock came, this one slightly louder than the first. She felt a flutter in her chest, her heart beating just a little bit faster as she realized that Tyrese was waiting for her. She took a deep breath and began to make her way towards the door.

As she walked, the red dress hugged her curves, the fabric rustling softly with each step. Bianca's eyes were fixed on the door, her mind racing with the thought of what was to come.

Bianca's hand reached for the doorknob, her heart skipped a beat. She felt a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, and her senses became heightened. She could hear the sound of her own breathing, the creak of the floorboards beneath her feet, and the soft rustle of the red dress as she moved. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers wrapped around the cool metal of the doorknob, and then slowly turned it.

As the door creaked open, Bianca's eyes met Tyrese's, and he greeted her with a low, husky voice, "What's up, my hoe?" He stepped into her apartment, his eyes never leaving hers, and Bianca felt a shiver run down her spine. She stood frozen for a moment, her hand still grasping the doorknob, as Tyrese's gaze roamed over her body, taking in the red dress that hugged her curves.

Bianca's eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "Why didn't you text me that you were coming?"

Tyrese's response was laced with a hint of amusement, his voice low and husky as he said, "Shit. I told you I was coming." He closed the door behind him, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the room. Bianca's eyes never left his, her gaze locked on his as he took a step closer to her. "I figured I'd make sure you listened to me," he added, his words dripping with a sense of possessiveness.

Without warning, his hand slipped between her legs, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Bianca's eyes widened slightly as Tyrese's fingers made contact with her skin, the touch sending a spark of electricity through her body. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his hand lingered, his fingers tracing the curve of her inner thigh. The red dress seemed to hug her curves even tighter, as if it too were responding to Tyrese's touch.

Tyrese's laughter was low and husky, the sound sending a shiver down Bianca's spine as he stepped back to take in her appearance. His eyes roamed over her body, lingering on the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. "Hoe already wet for me," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. He chuckled again, the sound sending a flutter through Bianca's chest.

As he stood back, Bianca's gaze followed his, taking in the way the red dress hugged her curves. She felt a surge of confidence, her eyes locking onto Tyrese's as he took in her appearance. "Damn bitch gonna look good with this black cock in you later," he said, his voice filled with appreciation.

As Tyrese pulled his backpack off one of his muscled shoulders, Bianca's eyes followed the movement, her gaze tracing the curve of his arm as he let the bag drop to the floor. She felt a surge of pride at the way he was looking at her, his eyes still fixed on her body as if he couldn't get enough. The red dress seemed to glow in the dim light of the apartment, and Bianca's skin felt warm and flushed under his gaze.

Tyrese's hand brushed against his shirt as he adjusted his collar, the movement drawing Bianca's attention to the way the fabric stretched across his chest.

Bianca's gaze lingered on the backpack for a moment, her curiosity piqued. She glanced up at Tyrese, her eyes meeting his as she asked, "What's in it?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the question seemed to hang in the air between them.