She probably got sick and tired of me touching her. But I couldn't help it. Her skin was something to stare at, admire for hours. It was so smooth, with little moles here and there. Ones I'd place my lips everytime I found them — new little discoveries on her body.
"Looks like you're the one thinkin' now..." she playfully points out how spaced out my face probably looked to her. I barely respond, just peering at her face and the tiny little water droplets on her face.
"Hmm. Well there's alot to think about after I look at all this," I rub my hands up and down her sides, admiring her figure.
It was cliche as fuck for me to talk about how perfect she looked. The thickness of her thighs, the fullness of her boobs, the tone in her arms and the little pudge at the bottom of her stomach... how could the first thing when I think of this girl's body not be perfect? Granted, this was the first time I was seeing it all in full so I've kinda gotten a bit ahead of myself.
