Karma helps you put it on

She unzips your jeans, sliding them down your legs and off your feet. Then, she unbuttons your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders and revealing your bare chest. She takes a moment to admire your body, her eyes roaming over your curves and planes of your chest.

You get an idea "Can we swap panties" you ask with a grin in your face. Karma does not object and switfly takes of the mini shorts revealing the thong soaked in her orgasm juices.

She slides the thong down her legs, helping her step out of it. The lacy garment is a stark red against her fair skin.

She hands the thong to you, her fingers brushing against yours. The scent of her perfume and orgasm juices, clings to the delicate fabric. You can't help but breathe it in, your head spinning with the forbidden nature of what you're doing.

You take the thong. You bring it to your nose and inhale deeply, the musky scent of her arousal filling your senses. You can't help but moan softly, the sound muffled by the fabric of the thong.

Karma smirks at you, her eyes darkening with desire. She steps closer, her hand reaching out to trail a finger along the edge of the thong. "Do you like that, baby?" she asks, her voice low and husky.

You step into the thong, the lace tickling your skin as you slide it up your legs. The thong fits snugly against your buttocks, the lace trim disappearing beneath the curve of your ass. You can feel the dampness of Karma's earlier arousal still clinging to the fabric, the scent of her musk filling your senses.

You look up at Karma, your heart pounding in your chest as you meet her gaze. You can see the hunger in her eyes, the desire that burns within her. You can also see the conflict, the war that rages within her as she struggles to maintain her composure.

You realise you can't clasp the bustier yourself, so you decide to ask Karma for assistance.

"Of course," Karma says, her voice a low purr. She slides the bustier up your arms, helping you into the garment. The satin feels cool and smooth against your skin, the delicate lace trim adding a touch of femininity. The bustier hugs your curves, accentuating your waist and pushing up your breasts.