Mae slipped into the new lingerie I picked out for her, that delicate lace hugging every curve like it was custom-made. The way the fabric clung to her hips and framed that perfect ass had me entranced; she knew exactly what she was doing, giving me those little teasing turns, biting her lip, asking “Do you like it?” Couldn’t even answer with words. I just stepped in, hooked a finger under the thin strap, and peeled it all off her like I was unwrapping the best present I've ever gotten—slow enough to make her squirm, fast enough to let her know the games were over and I was taking what’s mine.