I told her now that she is dressing more extreme - especially in reference to revealing tops, corsets, bustiers, and so on - I told her keeping that i... mind, she would possibly need custom tops to accommodate extremely large breasts. I asked if she was still planning on get matching tattoos on each side of her cleavage? I reminded her that the placement of them would really be determined by the size of her tits.Over the next few days, we talked about her body modifications and how much our sex. I stumbled to the bathroom, discarding clothes as I went; throwing my jacket to the ground, kicking off my heels, pulling my dress over my hips, breasts and head, bundling it up into a ball and throwing it onto my bed as I passed the door. I lowered the toilet seat, pulled down my pantyhose and panties to my knees and sat, letting go of the pressure. The sanitary pad lay, slightly bunched up, in the crotch of my panties."Fuck." The memories of last night played back in my head. I pulled off my. These digits ran up and down my tight silt, parting my plump vulva to stimulate my delights inside.Then she penetrated me. I groaned as her fingers sank into my juicy depths. I squeezed down on them as her fingers danced on my clit. I squirmed as her digits plundered me. I savored it. It was so amazing. It made my toes curl so hard.“What do you mean, special place?” I moaned. “Where? I've fucked him everywhere in the house. Even in the backyard.”“She means some place risky,” Stefani said, her. Pinkpanties and bra. 'Of course they're pink.' He thought. Under them a whiteskirt, pleated like a cheerleader's skirt, but without the colors in theinsets. It looked quite short, but it wasn't like they were goinganywhere anyway. Under the skirt was a sweater, pink and white speckles.It looked very fluffy and warm. She included socks, knee-high white sockswith faux-tube sock aesthetics, a pair of pink stripes around the leg atthe top, just above his knees when he pulled them all the way up..