How has she let things go so far, with her screaming out the best orgasm she’d ever had, while both of them still wore their clothes, even if hers were pushed around till they didn’t cover much.
Maverick’s starting to strip off made Dana self-conscious of how they had pushed, up, and down the hem of her dress but she still wore it around her waist, almost as if it were a really wide belt. She wanted to take it off but didn’t have the energy to sit up quite yet. She did slip the thin straps off her arms and start pushing the dress down her body, wiggling, and shifting bit by bit as she worked it down her body.
“What’s wrong?” Maverick asked with a frown.
“I want it off.”
“Why? You look great in it.”
“Yeah, but you’re taking your clothes off and I want to be able to feel all of you agai
