by Olivia Ruin
I turned and slowly, very slowly, bent over from the waist until I was looking back through my legs. Years of yoga had allowed me to fold almost completely in half. “You know what they say,” I drawled in the sexiest voice I could muster. “Good girls bend at the knees. Bad girls bend at the waist.”
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, and began to pull down. The looks of concentration on all of their faces almost made me burst into giggles, but I managed to keep it together and maintain my sultry look. I could tell the exact moment that my panties moved far enough down to reveal my pussy to their eyes. There was so much narrowing of eyebrows, nibbling or licking of lips, and each of the guys had to readjust themselves in their seats. My eyes were low enough that I could actually see them readjust their packages with their hands. I think it’s working! As if any guy could resist a girl acting this slutty in front of them.
Rising back up, I stepped out of my panties and kicked them up to my hand. “I hope you really enjoy these. Steph was right; they are absolutely soaked with my juices.” The panties hit the table in front of Jeff.
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