Face him...
... in shorts.
You walk some more steps, then pretend to bend over to fasten the laces of your white shoes. You bend at the waist, spreading your legs well, feel your tight shorts hug your firm ass ans pussy and hear the unmistakable clicking sound of a photo being taken. You turn your head – he has moved closer, gotten careless which is why you heard it so clearly. You straighten your back again and stand there for a while, indecisively. Feel his gaze on your butt. He probably knows you noticed him, but he’s apparently to fixated on his photographic prey to give up now and turn round. You smile and decide to teach this creep a lesson.
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