Slid it on, snug over shoulders, breasts defined, waist cinched–a sleek line, his abs hinted beneath blouse, a rush of authority hitting. He peeled it off slow, savoring the stretch, the cling, folding it back with a hum.

Back to the navy pencil–slid it on again, the fit just right, hugging his hips, ass, thighs, ending mid-thigh with the hose shining below. He unhooked it, letting it fall, his breasts settling naturally, and placed it back, fingers lingering on the lace.

Then, a black lace bra–delicate, sheer,Chubby with intricate patterns weaving across the cups. Ken caught his breath, sitting up with a faint grin, his hazel eyes softening again.