"Women should know how to dress up. That's how you bring out real beauty," Andrew said with a teasing smirk.

Chantelle muttered. "Mind your own business. Now you've had your look, haven't you? If you're done, I'm taking it off."

Andrew stepped forward and caught her ankle before she could move. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to pull away.

However, Andrew pulled her closer in one swift motion, seating her right between his legs. The position was so unexpected and so suggestive that her mind blanked for a second.

She immediately thought of the position where the woman was on top.

"L-Let me down! You said just look, not touch! Why are you changing the rules?" Chantelle stammered as she pushed against him, trying to escape.

Andrew slapped her on the butt with his big hand. "Don't move around. These tights are delicate, and they'll tear if you struggle."

Still locked in place, Chantelle's frustration bubbled. "Andrew, this isn't the time to mess around!