We have never experimented with Pasha on my work. Still, it was too ... But at home or just on the street came off to the fullest. A great time has come - summer. I sported everything in my favorite mini.

And one weekend, it was Saturday, in the morning Pasha called.

“Slut! Hello! ”He shouted.

"Hello" - I smiled - "What are you so joyful?"

“The mood is good,” he replied, and added, “Let's go for a walk today in the street?”

“Of course, let's go!” - I agreed and laughed - “Let me now, I will bring myself in order. I will wash, have breakfast, make up, and we will choose the outfit together. ”

“Good Slut. You still turn on the computer.

“Okay, honey, come on” - I turned off the phone.

Turning on the computer and setting up a connection with Pasha, I wriggled in front of him and, smacking a webcam, went to take a shower.

“How cool is that I made a photo-epilation” - I thought, stroking my crotch - “Such time savings.”

Rinse under the shower, I brewed coffee and returned to the room. Pasha looked at me from the monitor screen. His childish, admiring expression of his face so much touched me, so liked him. He looked at me like that ... I didn’t keep a smile. I twirled in front of him and wagged my ass, I pulled out a cosmetic bag and sat down at the table in front of him.

"Nuuu ..." - I gently stretched out, sipping hot coffee from a mug - "Will we start to draw a cute face for me?"

"Ugu" - Pasha did not take his eyes off me.

I busily opened a cosmetic bag and set to work. The whole process took about 20 minutes. We chatted along the way about any nonsense.

Having completed the final touch on the lips, I coquettishly looked at the webcam, having approached as close as possible and pouting.

"You are super" - Pasha breathed with admiration.

"Murrr ..." - I purred as ingratiatingly as possible.

“I want you!” - groaned Pasha.

I could not stop laughing.

“Well, shall we dress?” I asked, laughing.

"Aha, come on" - he flipped on a chair - "Look what I'm doing ..."

I saw that he got his handsome boy out of his underpants, who was already in combat condition.

"Oooooh ..." - I bit my lower lip and then immediately languidly licked my upper one - "Mmmmm ... What a beautiful he is ...

“Well, okay, you have to get the clothes” - Pashka sighed heavily and added - “How is your weather?”

“Super,” I replied, looking out the window. On the street in full sun. Rare clouds drifted across the sky. The breeze stirred the green branches of the acacia outside the window.

"Excellent" - smiled Pasha - "So ... We ... We will dress ... You ..."

His mouth stretched into a smile.

“Seksiiii !!!” - I screamed, jumping up and laughed - “What are we choosing? Dress or skirt? "

“I want a short dress” - Pasha smiled slyly. He already knew almost all my outfits.

"Good dear!"

I coquettishly wagged my ass and opened the closet. Taking out the shortest dress, I showed it to Pasha. It was very simple, fitted, gray in color, with short sleeves, the hem slightly widening to the bottom, but sooooo short. I call it "do not raise your hands."

“Here is Pash,” I said.

"Ahhh ..." - he stretched out - "Thy -" do not raise your hands. "

"Aha" - I laughed - "And do not stoop!"

"Fine! Now let the panties and bra look. I want something lacy and white. And so that the panties are not thongs, but such ... “- he hesitated.

"Shorts or something?" - I helped.

"Well, yes," he smiled slyly.

I took out white lace panties and, putting them on myself, seemed to him.

"Come on, spin it," he asked.

I slowly turned in front of him so that he could see them well. The panties were absolutely transparent and completely covered the entire ass from behind, even slightly grabbing the lace bottom of the thigh.

"Maybe all the same thongs?" - I asked wrinkling nose - "And then these as pantaloons."

"No no. These are just right ”- he winked at me and grinned.

I shrugged, agreeing with his choice, and took the same snow-white transparent lace bra.

“Is he pitted?” Asked Pasha.

“Wow!” I looked at him in surprise. “Did you start understanding bras?”

"Well so, contacted you" - he grinned.

I laughed back. It was funny who else contacted.

“Pitted, pitted” - I replied laughing and put on my chosen bra.

Sticking nipples were clearly visible through the transparent fabric. Saying nothing, Pasha shook his head contentedly, his lips pursed ridiculously.

“Why exactly pitted?” I asked.

"You will find out later," he squinted slyly in response.

My stomach tickled. “Something is not right here,” I thought.

"And now chuooooochki" - savoring stretched Pasha.

I got a pile of stockings and began to show him in turn. Finally, we chose white stockings with a lateral patterned pattern, with a wide, beautiful lace upper on silicone bands. I wore them and began to wriggle in front of Pasha. He is no longer hiding, pulling his handsome.

"Shlyuyuyuyush" - he stretched - "You are super!"

“Mmmm ... I know,” I cooed as I stroked my body. I felt that I was starting to get excited quickly.

I put on a dress, zipped up the back and went into the hallway. There I chose milk-colored shoes with high heels and a small platform. Taking the same color handbag, I returned to the room to look like Pasha.

“Well, how am I to you?” I asked, moving away from the camera so that he could see me completely.

“Klaaas,” Pasha breathed. I laughed.

“Well, I'm ready,” I said, “Another touch ...” With these words, I took out white pearl beads and put them on my neck.

"Now everything" - I smiled straightened their chest.

“Mmmm ... Super!” Approved Pasha.

"Well, everything I went."

"Yeah, I'll call you."

I turned off the computer and went to a large mirror in the hallway. Having combed and laid my hair, I once again carefully looked at my reflection from all sides. "Sex Doll" - I thought, looking at myself in the mirror. From under the short hem of the dress, the lacy top of the stockings was peeking. Quite a bit, but it looked very sexy. I straightened the dress, took the purse and left the apartment.

Walking down the street, I already habitually caught on myself the views of passersby. I felt like I was getting excited. This feeling grew inside all stronger.

The phone rang. “Probably Pasha” - I thought. But my friend called.

“Hello, Natasha hello,” I replied.

“Hello. What are you doing? ”She asked.

“Oh, nothing. Walking Just left the house. I wanted to go shopping. ”

“Come to me,” suggested Natasha, “Let's go together.”

“Okay, I will,” I agreed. Shopping together is still more fun.

After about 10 minutes I was with her. Natasha, smiling, opened the door for me.

“Come on in. I will quickly get dressed and go. Would you like some coffee? ”She said.

“No, I’ve been at home already,” I replied as I walked into the apartment.

“Well then, wait. I am now. "

Throwing off his shoes, I went into the room behind Natasha and sat on the sofa. The short dress was strongly ridden with this, almost completely opening the lace top of the stockings. Natasha threw off her robe, under which was a lilac lace set of linen, thongs and a bra.

“How is it on the street?” She asked.

“Great!” I replied.

Natasha took out a colorful light dress and put it on herself.

“You guys have a dress!” She was surprised looking at me.

"Well ... Yes ... Just ... Something so wanted" - I was very embarrassed and felt that I was beginning to blush.

“Well, get up, I'll see,” she asked.

Embarrassed, I got up from the couch and straightened the dress.

"And the stockings are viiidno" - Natasha stretched out smiling.

I began to pull up the hem of the dress. Naturally it was useless.

"Well,...