Her Pants

Mia waited in anticipation for her next command. Roxanne continued to stare at her exposed upper body. Her eyes drifted to her bra and then down to her pants. The seconds weighed heavily on Mia, wishing Roxanne would get it over with.

“Are you matching?” Roxanne said at last.

Mia gritted her teeth at that sort of question.

Roxanne lifted the device as a reminder.

“Yes.”

Roxanne grinned. “Great. I don’t think it would be right for my viewers to miss out on seeing your pretty matching underwear. Now, take off your pants.”

The command hit her like a **** sentence. Her hands shook in fear as she briefly considered the odds of closing the distance between Roxanne in time. But no, she wouldn’t make it. The girl was far too quick.

“Take off your fucking pants.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she fingered the big gold button holding up her pants. She unlatched the button and tugged the zip down, exposing the front of her matching LILAC thong. Roxanne herself leaned forward in anticipation to gobble up every moment.

Mia began peeling the denim away from her skin. Her thong came into view, and a rush of cold air enveloped her lower body as her defined thighs came into view. She let the jeans drop to her ankles.

“Happy?”

Roxanne held her tongue between her teeth.

Mia kicked off her jeans, leaving herself standing in her unmentionables. The lilac thong hugged her hips, the fabric feeling soft against her skin. It left almost nothing to the imagination as it clung to the contours of her body.

Roxanne’s lips curled into an evil smile, less unhinged and more perverse. “Turn around. Show me everything.”

The heat rose in Mia’s cheeks as the intensity of Roxanne’s stare ramped up. She turned around, displaying her exposed ass. The thong nestled between Mia’s cheeks, leaving little of her modesty hidden. It traced the line of her ass with perfect precision, displaying every aspect of her behind in the exquisite detail Roxy and her camera were **** for.