She wants a complete opinion

"So you think this the better?" Irina asks, preening as she looks at you with serious eyes. Deandre is giggling, one hand covering her mouth as she watches.

"It's very pretty," you say with a lazy smile. "Much like the person it decorates."

"I do not understand this decorates," the Russian girl frowns prettily. "Explain to me please."

"I mean that it is a very pretty bikini being worn by a very pretty girl."

"Oh, you are being the flirt!" she smiles. "Russian men, the do not flirt, they are crude. Ne kulturny. But to give me your full opinion you must have the sight of all of it." She hooks her thumbs on the waistband of her skirt and pushes it down, stepping out of it, then rolling her white satin panties down her toned thighs to expose neatly trimmed pussy decorated with a little auburn heart of pubic fur.

"This will give me your better opinion," she says, reaching for the bikini bottom and giving you a glance full of wicked impudence as she kicks off her shoes.

Irina slowly rolls down her knee socks, then wriggles the bikini bottom up her legs, her eyes flashing at you. She takes her time to pull them up, giving you a fine view of her pretty pussy before finally, almost reluctantly covering it. Your cock gives a twitch in your pants as you watch her adjust her bikini, her mound covered by a single bunch of cherries on a white background.

"It is prettier, yes?" she asks with innocent eyes that glitter with amusement. You know the little minx has no doubt what she's doing, but you put a lazy, nonchalant smile on your face before you answer.

"Much prettier," you say. "The cherries are a nice touch too."

She cocks her head to one side and frowns slightly. "Touched cherries? I am not understanding this." Deandre bursts into a fit of giggles, making the Russian girl glance at her in puzzlement, before looking at you again.

"Perhaps this is some American joke? Please describe it to me Coach Watts," Irina says with a flirting smile. You have little doubt that she fully understands, but you decide to play along.

"A cherry, when used to refer to a woman, indicates that she is a virgin," you smile.

"Oh!" she exclaims, looking down at her bikini. "That her maidenhead is intact? Yes, this is a nice touch, as you said." She grins at you, running her slender hands over her hips and biting her lower lip seductively.

"You're so bad Irina!" Deandre giggles. "She's always so bad Coach Watts!"

"I am not bad," Irina pouts. "I just required of Coach Watts his opinion. And now that he has seen me, he has given it. Thank you for your help sir." She picks up the black bikini and tosses it to Deandre. "You may have this. It would fit you better than me, and black would look better on your blonde hair. Do you not agree Coach Watts?"

You shrug, your eyes still drinking in the Russian girl's lithe body. "Wear it, and ask Coach for his opinion," Irina says to Deandre as she poses and grins for you. "He has very good opinions."