We were both on the couch talking about our mutual dislikes, then I switched positions. My head was moved from its position on the cushion to rest on her thighs. The comfort of her thighs on my head lured me to trace the hollowness in between her long thighs, I traced them with my head upwards to pause right on her crotch, my hands followed suit, taking a firm grip of her waist from both side. My face fully buried on her crotch, Mandy held my head as she adjusted, I tightened my grip on her with the thought that she was going to pull away from me. And as though she had it all planned out she wore just a flowing dress that bared her beautiful boobs and yet concealed her perfect curves due to its spaciousness around her waist area. And when I traced her thighs again, I got my face buried under the covers of her dress, my breath ravished of the warmness and exoticity emanating from her inside. I worked my grip on her waist upwards, taking her dress along with my hands, she let her hands follow in obedience as the dress left her body.
