Liz wasn't big on top, but then her breasts were perky, perfectly round, and her pink n*****s were erect and less than a foot from my face.
Liz let the dress drop to the floor.
My jaw fell with it.
Liz was now standing in front of me in just a red thong that consisted of red string and a patch of lace between her thighs. Speechless, my eyes roamed up and down her body. Liz was breathing fast, her small t**s rising and falling with each breath.
Her stomach was smooth and flat, and her hips flared out just enough to give her slender figure a nice shape. I looked at her soft inner thighs and with a start realized I was hard.
"Do you like them?" Liz cupped her t**s.
"I—"
"I know they're not that big." Liz's thumbs caressed her n*****s. "But they're all yours."
"They're ..." I swallowed
