Rate My Underwear: Stunning Must-Have Styles

So you remember that quiet Sunday when she sent a text asking me to rate my underwear, which was such a weird, flirty thing to do out of nowhere, but I played along and told her to show me what she meant, and she laughed and pulled up her webcam in this dim room with clothes scattered everywhere, wearing nothing but this tiny lace pair that she kept tugging at while biting her lip, and I felt my face get hot just watching her spin around and tease me with this slow, deliberate sway of her hips, then she slipped them off and tossed them toward the camera like it was nothing, and by then I was already hard and she knew it, so she climbed onto the bed and started touching herself, whispering about how she used to do this after her stepbrother went to sleep, and I just sat there frozen, my breath catching in my throat, until she finally came with this soft, shaky moan that made my whole body ache, and afterward we both just laughed, breathless and a little embarrassed, like we’d gotten away with something.