My Futanari Lover

17-III

"Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

Irine stood up and turned around. She tightly gripped the fabric of her chest, her heart pounding against her ribcage. I shouldn't be doing this. Her mind told her it was ridiculous. Unfortunately, all the blood raced away from her brain down to her lower core. Whatever doubts she had left were unfounded.

"... This is for you and your eyes only."

Taking a deep breath, Irine removed the collar from her neck and tossed it on the floor. I'm starting to feel hot. She peeked over her shoulder. He's just staying still... looking at me. Was she really going to display herself in front of him? A dumb question because her hands were already detaching the miniskirt from her clothes.

Her miniskirt dropped to her feet, and she kicked them away. Next, she detached the second layer of skirts from her waist. She gently pulled them away and set them aside. No skirts were concealing the view of her black panties and fishnet pantyhose tightly hugging the curves of her hips down to her legs.

I'm... taking my skirts off in front of him. Irine breathed heavily. There was something strange about taking off her clothes in front of Mabel. It was strangely hot. Thrilling. It did not repulse her in the slightest. Feeling his gaze on her little body sent shivers of arousal up her spine.

"God..." Her face surged in heat. A crimson red spread across her cheeks. She dug her hand between her thighs, trying to calm down the intense sensations burning within. She glanced at Mabel. Right now, he'd have a perfect view of her petite ass, accentuated by her dark pantyhose. What would he think? What would he say to her? Just imagining his reaction fired up her arousal further.

"You must think I'm... a pervert, don't you?" Irine audibly gulped as she turned around, her hand gently rubbing over her crotch. Rubbing over something that appeared thick and plump. Something that rose suspicions.

"...???"

This is... turning me on. She breathed through her clenched teeth. Whatever she was rubbing was growing harder and hotter against her palm. Wetness seeped through her panties into the pantyhose. Now that she was facing him, he could see her playing with herself. Too late to stop. Her slender fingers moved on their own, trying to satiate her arousing heat.

Forgive me, Mabel...

Hooking her thumbs under the waist of her pantyhose, she slid them down her slightly thick thighs, the tight fabric grazing against her skin. She stepped out of it and kicked them to the side. He could bear witness to her fully naked legs. A little wide from her hips as they curved down to her thighs. A tender wetness emanated from her ample skin. Beads of sweat streamed down her inner thighs.

"H-Haahn..." Irine panted. No thoughts left in her mind. She sat down in front of him, holding her knees together with one arm diving between her thighs. She was putting on quite a seductive show. A show only Mabel was allowed to watch.

"Don't look away, Mabel..." she rubbed her legs together. "The show is just beginning."

Irine parted her legs in a tantalizing manner, revealing the black panties straining against her skin. Her hand rubbed over a visible bulge. It grew harder, bigger, hotter. As if her panties were struggling to contain it. Wetness seeped through the black fabric, spreading wet patches all over. More wetness was leaking below the bulge, smothering her panties and skin even more.

"If only you knew...," her fingers slid into the side of her panties, "how perverted your junior is."

Irine snatched the black fabric aside, letting a thick cock bounce into the air, slapping against her stomach. It was deeply red, swollen, throbbing with ferocity. Its damning scent and heat emanated into the air. Precum was already dripping down her length, just begging to be released.