Megan's pov
“Are you going out in this?" He snickered, looking down at what I was wearing.
“Baby, what's wrong with this?" I asked feigning ignorance.
“Megan," he called with a glare.
"Baby,” I purred and crossed my arms under my br*asts. His eyes followed my movements and I pushed them upward intentionally.
He gazed at me and I winked at him, “Like what you see?" I flirted.
“You can't wear that out," he said.
“I am not talking about my clothes. I am talking about this," I said slowly, and I rubbed my br*asts. I walked closer to him and I slowly bent in front of him, my b*tt made contact with his schlong. I twerked for a while before I turned to him. I grinned when I saw his expression.
I raised my top a little, as I wasn't wearing a bra. The lower part of my br*asts were to his vi
