Her cheeks flushed instantly, but she didn't move to cover herself or sit up. She just stayed in that relaxed position, the pencil still in her hand, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders.
I looked at her from her feet to the top of her body, taking in every detail slowly. Her soft pink feet kicked gently in the air, her toes curling slightly as she shifted her weight.
She wore a soft, thin white fabric lower, almost see-through in the warm lamplight, that hugged her plump ass gently. Every small movement of her legs shifted the cheeks slightly, the material clinging to the full, round curves, outlining the deep cleft and the way the flesh jiggled just enough to catch the light.
On top she had only a tiny white vest, thin straps over her shoulders, the fabric so short it didn't even reach her lower back. The vest was stretched tight across her plump boobs, squished flat under her weight against the mattress, the sides spilling out a little.
