Step into the change room.

The heavy scent of perfume hits you as you push through the changing room curtain, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the plush seating and full-length mirrors. Gemma stands in front of a full-length mirror, her back to you, the red lingerie clinging to her petite frame like a second skin. The bra is barely there, the straps thin and delicate against her golden skin, the clasp hanging undone. The panties are a scrap of fabric, the red contrasting sharply with her smooth, round ass, the cheeks peeking out from beneath the lace.

"Can you do me up?" she asks, and you oblige, snapping the clasp into place.

With the bra in place, the lace cups lift her small, perfect breasts, the lace molding to her skin. She adjusts the straps, her fingers tracing the edges of the fabric, her body swaying slightly as she admires herself. The way the lingerie hugs her hips, and the way the lace frames her ass is obscene. Your cock twitches, straining against your zipper as you step back and take in the sight of her, the way her tiny waist flares out into those hips, the way her thighs tempt you under the soft light.

She turns slightly, giving you a glimpse of her profile, the way her stomach dips, the way her ribs are just visible under her skin, the way her nipples are already hard, pressing against the lace. She bends over slightly, adjusting the panties, and you get a view - the way the fabric rides up, the way her ass looks even rounder from this angle. The sight of her like this, so exposed, so tempting, makes you hold your breath.