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Yes. What does that mean?
I chuckle. My fingers itch to touch him.
Me
I want to choose. Bring the phone to your drawer and show me your panties.
Pretty Boy
Ooooh I like this!!
A few seconds pass and then a picture is loading. The drawer is filled with sexy underwear. I stretch the picture and then choose the ones I want by saving it to my phone and using the edit tool to circle my choice. I send it back.
There’s a minute that passes before more pictures follow, but they’re not of him in the underwear.
Pretty Boy
I thought it would be better for you to choose everything and then I’ll dress and send you pictures one at a time like we did last time. Is that okay?
Me
Sounds good.
That’s exactly what we do. I go through each picture and try to choose something from every category of clothing that makes sense together. Then I send them all back in order.
Over the next twenty minutes, I get a picture of him dressed in a new piece. Sometimes there’s a view of him partially dressed and then another with it completely in place.
I lay on my back, dropping a hand to my stomach. Trying to ignore the way my dick is beginning to ache. Biting my lip, I tap on the newest picture of his pretty ass with the thong strap going between his butt cheeks. My mouth salivates. I want to bite those round globes!
Picture after picture loads into my phone and I examine each. By the time I get a full body view, three different angles, all without his face, I’m so fucking horny my dick could punch through a brick wall.
Me
I’ve never seen someone more beautiful, Pretty. You’re a work of art. Somehow, each piece just screams your personality.
Pretty Boy
Thank you. What would you like me to do now?
Still biting my lip, I consider so, so many things.
Me
Sit on the bed. Propped against your pillows. Like a perfect doll.
A minute passes and then I get another picture. I love the way the dress of the skirt rides up his thighs, though not revealing anything underneath. It’s bunched slightly, but I can still just make out his bulge.
The top hugs his chest perfectly. There’s a hint of his abdominals and his chest almost adorably sits in the cups of the top. The neckline isn’t low this time, but almost modest, sitting just below the delicate chain around his neck.
Pretty Boy
Now what?
Me
You’re perfection, Pretty. Every single line of you.
Pretty Boy
