36. CPOV

I toss Max a low cut black and white band tank top and a loose red plaid flannel. My metal playlist blasts around us.

"Oh and here," I hand her some tight leather shorts. "These should probably fit you."

I turn around and sort through the piles of junk and clothes in my closet. Some hanged. Mostly just piles.

I smirk knowing Max is taking off her clothes behind me and getting into the outfit I picked out for her.

"Uff." I hear Max say. Turning around, I notice that her reading glasses fell onto the floor as she was trying to get into the tank I gave her.

"Need help?" I offer.

"Yes please," she huffs.

While I lift the tank top down over Max's head, I stare at her tits. There's no reason not to stare. She has cute tits. When I see her look at me through her large doe eyes, I smile and bite my lip playfully, leaning in close to her face.

This is going to be fun.