I chuckled softly, my eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust. "Why not? It could be fun. Think of the thrill, the excitement. Imagine the cool air brushing against your bare pussies, the slightest movement making you aware of how exposed you are. And besides, it's not like anyone will know... unless you want them to."
Julie looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Jack, you're so bad," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I feigned innocence, as if I were just doing them a favor. "How can you blame me? I'm just worried that wearing panties will hurt your pussies more. How could I bear that?" I said, my voice filled with a mix of concern and playfulness. "Besides, think about it—no panty lines, no discomfort."
