TFebruary: Suit/disguise

Model: Krystal Webb

 

Wearing Q division's latest innovation proved quite the revelation for England's foremost superspy and international lothario. Not even the most paranoid mastermind would guess this gorgeous woman was a male secret agent, but the suit had one small flaw. 
 

The illusion was almost too perfect. 

 He could feel the soft, smooth skin of the suit, bonded to his own and so much more sensitive. 

 The full breasts shifting so distractingly beneath his clothes. 

 The admiring looks, from men and women alike, that ignited a hungry need between his legs.

Was this how women felt, he wondered? 

 In all his years, with all the beauties he'd bedded, it had never occurred to him to ask. 

 For all the times he'd admired and enjoyed women's bodies he never imagined the wonderland of pleasure they might offer from the inside.

Tomorrow M would dispatch him on a new mission, now he was properly acclimatized to his borrowed body. 

 He'd return to the field for King and Country but tonight? Tonight would be just for him.