Sir grumbled as he meticulously applied opaque stickers to our windows.
“Why did you do that?” I inquired.
“Because you walk around naked. I don’t want our neighbours to film you, making you a FikFap star.”
“I’ll start wearing clothes.”
Sir examined me, laughing and shaking his head as he noticed I was only wearing thongs. “I highly doubt that.”
Smirking, I teasingly slipped off my thongs.
“Bad girl,” he chuckled, playfully swatting my behind. “Now I will have to punish you.”
Without stickers, anyone could see the sticky explosion of cum that covered my face a few minutes later.
