Go to David's bedroom and take off the dress

18:20 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | David's Bedroom, Putney

David leads you through the doorway into his bedroom, one hand firmly clasped around yours. Unlike Matt's cluttered space, David's room is minimalist and organized—a large bed with charcoal sheets dominates the space, flanked by sleek nightstands with dimmed lamps casting a golden glow across the room.

"Make yourself comfortable," he says, voice husky with desire as he closes the door behind you.

Your fingers find the hem of your sparkly silver mini-dress, tugging it upward with newfound confidence. The silky material slides over your thighs, past your hips, revealing the black lace underwear beneath. You pull it over your head in one fluid motion, your platinum blonde hair tumbling down around your bare shoulders as you stand before him in nothing but your lingerie and heels.

"Oh my god," David breathes, eyes widening as he takes in your transformed body—the perfect C-cup breasts straining against delicate lace, the impossibly narrow waist, the gentle curve of your hips. His gaze lingers on your silver belly button piercing, glinting in the low light. "You're fucking perfect."

You giggle, the sound high and feminine. "Like what you see?"

Instead of answering, David crosses the space between you in two quick strides. His hands find your waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulls you against him. His mouth crashes down on yours, hungry and demanding. You melt into the kiss, your body responding with an intensity that makes your knees weak.

"I want to see all of you," he growls against your lips, fingers already working at the clasp of your bra.

The garment falls away, and cool air brushes across your nipples, making them tighten into hard peaks. David's hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across the sensitive buds. Each touch sends jolts of pleasure straight between your thighs, where you're already embarrassingly wet.

"These are new," he murmurs, squeezing gently. "Matt didn't mention his girlfriend had such perfect tits."

The cognitive dissonance makes your head swim—you are Matt, but you're not. The thought tries to form but dissolves into bubbles of confusion. Your bimbo-locked brain simply can't hold onto the complex reality of your situation.

"Bed," you pant instead, kicking off your heels. "Please."

David's hands slide down to your panties, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and dragging them down your thighs. You step out of them, now completely naked, your skin flushed with arousal. Between your legs, your pussy throbs with need, slick and ready.

"Fuck," David whispers, taking in your fully naked form. "You're dripping."

You back toward the bed until your calves hit the edge, then sink down onto the cool sheets. David follows, already unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a toned chest dusted with dark hair. His eyes never leave yours as he undresses, his erection obvious through his trousers.

"I've wanted this all day," he admits, voice rough with desire. "Since the moment I saw you this morning."

You spread your legs slightly, an invitation you never thought you'd make. "Then come get it."

18:40 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | David's Bedroom, Putney

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