“Wait,” she said, and stepped back so she could peel out of her mini. The dress wafted to the carpet, and her thin lace panties followed; she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her small but marvelously sculpted tits stood up proudly, the little nipples already erectile.

It was better in the light. Now he could see all of her fantastic body; he could stare hungrily at every curve and at each enticing valley. Kathy’s skin was flawless, a creamy rose with a scattering of pale golden freckles. Her hair was thick and rich, a deep and alluring red, and the hair on her trim pussy was the same as that on her head.

Kathy was compact, sleek and graceful; her chin lifted and she thrust out her breasts. Although her body was in sweet miniature, it was all there, smooth and burnished to a high gloss. Hastily; he downed his second drink when she swayed to him, her hands out and reaching. Kathy’s fingers were hurried at his buttons, at his zipper. He helped her get his clothes off, his shaft rising to sudden attention, throbbing along its length.

They flowed together, their bodies arching avidly, her slimness crushed against his muscled thickness. She wriggled against him as their mouths met, as their tongues darted over each other thirstily. Their teeth raked gently, and her breath was his own blending and panting.

Together they sank to the floor, but when she tried to wrap her legs around him, Dallas moved her away. Kathy’s hands clutched for his rod, but he backed that from her, also. She moaned when his mouth sought her nipples, as he played the hotness of his tongue back and forth over them, pulling the entire pert tits into his mouth one at a time. His hands were busy upon the pure delight of her squirming body, and he paid homage to her breasts while caressing the rest of her flesh.