“Hey Cleria,” You replied, eyeing her appreciatively. “Would you mind starting with the porch? It could use a bit of touching up.”
“That’ll be no problem at all.” She replies cheekily, moving to clean around one of the porch lamps.
Even though she’s wearing pumps, Cleria has to stretch to reach certain areas, causing her outfit to raise up. You find your eyes drawn to her rear, revealing a tiny black thong disappearing into her delicious bubble butt.
“Here, let me help.” You say, quietly.
You bring one hand to the low of her back and the other to her abdomen, supporting her. Your fingers grow covered in the flimsy frills of the skirt, with your fingertips barely touching the waistband of the thong. The barest ghost of a gasp leaves her lips as you touch, a tiny shiver stopping her motions before continuing.
“ . . . Thank you.” She whispers, a slight blush growing across her cheeks, a pleased smile gracing her lips.
Confidence growing, you move the hand on her back lower, slowly so she can move away if she wishes. Finally, your palm rests against the back of her thong, your fingers against her crease. The plushness of her dual globes like heaven, as your fingers sink into her skin. You feel yourself grow harder at the feeling.
“My biggest desire, hmm?” You say, a slow smirk growing across your face.
The blush on her cheeks has grown, but she makes no attempt to move away. It feels like she’s almost pressing against your hand. “Yep,” She replies, looking at you, all pretenses of cleaning abandoned. “Whatever you wish for, it’d be my pleasure to grant.”
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