Veronika comes out, in more ways than one.

Ben was starting to tent from his fantasies so he hurried towards the door only to stop as he heard a soft feminine voice call his name from behind, "wait, stay for a moment please..?" He turned towards her and got another shock, she was standing in her living room only wearing a damp towel barely wrapped around her curves. Your jaw understandably unhinged for a moment as your blood rushed to your dick. She seemed to pose before smiling and uttering more words in her flirty energetic voice "I'll be right back" and scuttles off to her bedroom again, her round ass barely covered by the towel as it swayed with her every step.

As strange as it was, you found yourself waiting around in your crushes apartment, after running into her and her having to go through a shower just because of you. But you were okay with that at the moment. For now reality seemed to be exactly where you wanted it huh? And to your delight it was proven true.

Veronika had returned now in a snow white corset and thong set with garters. She pranced up to you on heels which made her pushed up tits bounce even more than before, and encircled you a bit as if stalking you down. Ben typically didn't get hot women to dress like this around him very often, so his arousal never flagged during the strange experience. But he couldn't help but remark on the weirdness of it all. To which his mind assured itself that perhaps this was all a dream, and he should go with the flow.

Which is why Veronika encircled him one last time and pressed herself against him full bodily he didn't question it, he went with it, sliding his hand over her lace clad ass and holding the vixen tight. His headache intensified at this point, but with a grimace he continued watching as Veronika began to suck on your neck. Her mouth was very talented and knew exactly how to treat any amount of flesh she carefully harbored inside it.

And speaking of her mouth, it had made its way lower acrossed your chest, as the vixen swayed her ass back and forth against your hand, slowly lowering herself to the floor beneath you and then kissing your legs through your pants and looking up at you with the clearest blue eyes a Slavic girl can have. Purer than the ice of her homeland.

Her fingers start to work at your belt, pulling on your waistline playfully as she smiles at you. Which quickly turns to a **** cold snarl. As her fingers slide into your pocket and pull out the pair you had grabbed earlier from her room. "What the fuck are these you perv?"