Chatting love belgium girls. “I’m surprised you didn’t pick out my panties as well,” I muttered ironically, quickly stepping out of my jeans and pulling on the skirt. “No need,” she emerged from the closet still holding the red pumps. “You won’t be wearing any.” She stood for a moment regarding my shocked expression, frozen in the act of straightening the skirt.“C’mon. Take them off,” she said, snapping her fingers at me, letting me know there would be no discussion. “I already did,” I lied. “Show me,” she challenged, raising a blonde eyebrow sceptically.“I’m not showing you my … bits!” I was flustered.
God, I don’t know why I couldn’t say ‘pussy’ in front of her after the stunningly detailed virgin-buster tutorial she’d provided earlier. “Flash your bum at me then,” she smiled.“Or you could just stop fibbing and take them off.” “I can’t go without panties in this,” I pleaded, holding out the skirt. Chatting love belgium girls.