A white cotton dress, tightening around the ribcages with every breath, pushing against soft unclothed breasts, hard nipples poking through the fabric in excitement of such restriction. A dress with a short skirt, long enough to cover when standing, but short enough to ride up and leave a bare ass, soft sensitive skin rubbing against hard denim of a bigger lap. Legs lewdly straddling the denim-clad thigh, soft velvet shoes barely tapping the tips against the floor. Hot hands, long rough fingers scraping against doughy legs, up and down the length of them. Up and up over the fabric of the dress, grabbing at every inch upwards, cupping perky breasts, one hand moving all the way up to parted lips, laying a thumb on a drenched tongue. Moving it swiftly in and out of puckered lips, hand curling around the face, grabbing it for something steady as the thumb explores every inch of the mouth, forcing drool out of it with every outward motion. Sweet saliva pooling on the lips, dribbling down the chin, dripping like a leaky faucet onto a heaving chest. Thighs tightening around the denim, pulsing softly, rubbing side to side in tandem with messy circles from the hips. Free hand moving firmly down to the hips, gripping the flesh, fingers digging in around the bones, guiding it to steady movements, pressing impossibly harder down the thigh. Flimsy fabric of sheer white panties barely protecting from the friction, pain starting to swell in the heat, mixing with the shocks of pleasure running up the torso, and all the way down to pattering feet. Saliva dripping more freely now, tickling its way down between breasts, catching in the fabric and wetting it. Cold air hitting the wet fabric, cooling that one patch surrounded by scorching hot skin. Goosebumps erecting from the difference in temperatures, body shivering from the electric, continuous pleasure. A sudden pop brings the thumb out, skin now wrinkly and damp, and a loud clap rings as the hand comes down against the cheek. Drawled out gasp, eyes shutting tight in a pleased frown, jaw slack open and lungs looking desperately for air as it all builds up like a massive wave, reaching higher altitudes, stronger forces like a tsunami, threatening to come crashing down any minute.
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