It couldn’t have worked any better. Gerald couldn’t stop himself from visually taking in my body. Starting from my bare legs his head slowly tilted up and stopped like a deer in headlights when he got to my breasts, nipples fully awake and firmly presented underneath the see-through fabric.
The poor thing’s blood had all rushed to his face as he willed himself from his stare to look me in the eyes, mouth agape. Nervous as a schoolgirl, I smiled. My eyes then lowered to his crotch, and must have grown significantly wider from what I saw.
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