You watch me struggle out of that tight dress. You think it'..
Added 2020-05-18 20:40:11 +0000 UTCYou watch me struggle out of that tight dress. You think it's cute, watching the fabric strain against my curves. Something about how it conforms to my braless chest, nipples visible as bumps on the cloth, makes you start to get hot. You can't help it. As I turn, dress over my head, you let your gaze drift downward to where the hem of the garment brushes against my tantalizing clit. Maybe it's your imagination, but you could swear you saw it twitch as the dress' material lightly played across it. You hear a short exhalation and look up to see me, dress fully off now and clutched in front of my chest, only partially concealing breasts that are now slightly flushed with a hint of sweat. There's a playful smile on my face as I see your arousal. Maintaining eye contact, I start slowly moving my hips back and forth, using the dress as an improvised curtain for an impromptu show. Almost imperceptibly, I move toward you until I am practically on top of you. I lean forward, letting my teeth lightly grab your ear lobe before whispering, breath hot with anticipation, "What are you going to do now?"
