She wore bright red shorts so tight that they nuzzled into her crotch and so incredibly short that Kim thought he detected a few downy hairs curling out from beneath the abbreviated inseams. They made her slim legs seem impossibly long and barely contained the perfect globes of her pert little ass. Her developing breasts seemed to swell with the promise of imminent maturity, like water-soaked seeds preparing to sprout or a rosebud on the verge of blooming, and her nipples were disproportionately large relative to the petite bumps of her boobs. They were ripening peach halves, each topped with a maraschino cherry, nestled in the white lace of her fashion bra and veiled by the gauze of her white tank top.
Be My Be My Be My Little AB Scene 31
