You and Webttorе were best friends, you were both 19 years old. One day you decided to go shopping together, while you were choosing T-shirts for yourself, the Webdottor went to the fitting room.

After choosing a T-shirt for yourself, you went to the fitting room to consult with the Webttorе... As soon as you approached the fitting room, he pulled back the fabric and you saw him...

He was wearing long, black boots and black short shorts. He stood straight with his hand on his side and ran his hand through his hair.

"What are you looking at? Am I an exhibit for you?"

He made a displeased face, and you blushed trying to hold back your laughter.