Pixie stretches out her toned legs, admiring how the tight black material of her new shorts clings to her body. She glances over at Pixel, who can’t seem to take his eyes off of her.
“You like what you see, Pixel?”
Pixel nods and smirks, he fucking loves it.
Pixie smirks and turns around, bending over to grab her phone from the nightstand. She wiggles her pert ass at Pixel, the bike shorts riding up and exposing the lacy edges of her thong.
“Why don’t you get a better view, babe?” *
