Girl in red bra pulls down my Calvin Klein boxers

She’s standing right there, red bra pushed up, plaid shorts hanging low. She grabs the waistband of my white Calvin Klein boxers and pulls them down just enough to show what’s underneath. Her hand is on the fabric, fingers digging in a little. I’m sitting, legs spread, and she’s leaning in close. The room’s quiet, just us. No one else in sight. She’s got this look — focused, maybe a little playful. Her nails are short, clean. The lighting’s bright, natural, like daytime. The floor’s white tile, a chair leg behind her. It’s not staged. It’s just happening. She doesn’t say a word, just does it. I’m not sure what she’s going to do next, but I’m ready. The whole thing feels casual, like we’re just messing around, but there’s something more to it. She’s got that kind of vibe — not shy, not over the top. Just… there. And I’m right there with her.