Why not

You decide to try to save a little bit of your money by taking Matthew's suggestion. You try to shut the front door to conceal your nude body from the neighborhood, but the delivery driver shook his head.

"Nah get undressed on your doorstep. Can't have you hiding that black widow costume upstairs without signing these papers."

You shook your head with a distaste for this man as you begin to take off your pumpkin theme tee shirt and matching orange shorts. The Jack skeleton boxer clings to your body as you pick up the leather outfit. That made Scarlett Johansson extremely distinguished and popular throughout the rise of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Your pale legs slip through the leather foot holes. You slowly sink into the costume with the black man's eyes studying your meek white frame. The costume stops at your mid-drift. Matthew stares from feet to your slender hips getting compression by the tight black leather. You slip the remainder around your chest as your arms obtain full immersion into the leather arms.

"Good enough." You said.

Matthew reaches over touching the loose metal zipper that went down to the middle of your chest. His fingers holding the zipper pulling it down to reveal your none occurring tits. "Mmmm way better." He took out his phone taking a few snaps of the guy cross-dressing as a black widow. "This will help my cock out after I finished taking my kids out." He pays for the fee like you both bargained for as he left while leaning a phone number on a sheet of paper.

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