“The blouse,” he croaked; fighting his rising impatience; his mouth gone suddenly dry.
The obedient hands went to unbutton the cuffs, then they were at the collar and, one by one, as the girl held herself perfectly erect, they worked the buttons down the front of the blouse. The lengthening narrow triangle that followed those deft fingers exposed a lithe chest banded by the delicate brassiere that encased her hefty breasts, fine mesh lingerie trimmed in filigreed black lace that matched the sexy panties. She twisted her shoulders out of the slippery blouse and let it slide down in back, allowing it to fall indifferently to the floor. Now he studied Isabelle’ tautly rounded breasts, generous breasts snugly ensconced in the sheer net cups that allowed the shadowy disks of her roseate n*****
