(Art by Blazbaros)

“YOU WOULD PEEK, YOU PERV!” Said your goth girlfriend, Ylva, angrily but a noticeable blush on her cheeks as you poked your head beneath the changing room. She was trying on a generously short black skirt that barely covered luscious, pale moons that formed her ass.

You had been dating for only two weeks and you were already pretty familiar with your bodies, explaining comfort in being perverted with her.