Brie sweeps her shoulder length, purple wash hair from her cheek and smiles with her deep brown eyes. She stands tall in her red glass, plastic fashion jacket. Her pierced nipples strain beneath its opaque gloss. She turns away to show her bum wrapped in low-cut Vanity Briefs. Her panties flatter her feminine curves. Brie grins as she bends over to caress her kinky derriere.
"Do you like what you see?" she flirts.
I swallow, wiping my brow, nodding appreciatively.
"Are those the same knickers that you wore during the photo-shoot? I think they are. They're unforgettable."
Brie pulls at the white and blue Gingham plastic. She kneads her chunky knickers elastics between her manicured thumb and forefinger. I imagine it feels sublime.
"They are," she turns to face me. "They're also the panties I was fucked in."
"Well, our readers enjoyed your kinky photo set. You've certainly got a few fans. Our fetish magazine editor was overwhelmed with emails from randy readers asking for more Brie. We might need to find you another slot."
Brie's plastic cracks as she sits down. She caresses her stiff red jacket.
"It's much thinner plastic than my panties," she says. "My knickers feel more buttery."
"Which PVC do you prefer?" I ask. "I've got to say, it's all good stuff."