"I suppose you're right." You almost didn't believe it until she knelt down and grabbed the helm of her dress, kicking off her simple shoes. She brought the dress up to her thighs, revealing her long smooth legs. She stood up then, rotating around for you to see as the gown continued its journey up her body, until she finally pulled it over her head and onto the floor. She smiled at your expression.
Her panties, if you could call them that in this world, were pinkish white, and disappointingly modest, although they hugged her figure well. Her chest, however, was only shielded from view by a simple black cloth that ran around it. Quite tightly too. Kisara sat back down with a lustful grin.
"What do you think?"
"That you're an absolute angel."
"Thank you."
You passed a hand back over her rump, this time squeezing it. "I still think you're being too formal."
She pulled you hand off of her. "I think the same of you." She pawed at your chest. You smiled at her at began unbuttoning your shirt. It quickly joined her dress. You then stood up and pulled your trousers down. It occurred to you that the tent your penis had erected might be too much for the poor girl, but she merely smiled again. "Is that why you were so happy to see me?"
"Indeed. Would you care to finish what you started m'lady?"
"Well, I believe you instigated this encounter." She stood up with that dreamy expression on her face...
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