He deftly slides the delicate strap of my dress off my shoulder with the flick of a finger. The dress sags on that side, revealing my braless chest, and it slides down my arm. William throws his head back and laughs. He calls me a slur and clutches my breast while running his hand over my nipple. "How often are you planning on flashing today?" ”
I can't help but stare at his hand on my chest as his thumb gently rubs the ridge of my nipple. With the remainder of my dress still on, it's like our little dirty secret. It went something like this: "I'm sorry? ”
He slips the second strap of my dress off casually, and my dress falls below my waist, prompting me to say, "I may believe you if that phrase didn't include a question mark at the end." Williams does the same thing to my second breast by cupping it. "Lisa, your breasts are really gorgeous. Did anybody ever tell you that? ”
I'm having trouble getting a breath of air. When people see me, they always say, "Nice tits!"