The new flat

She texted me about her new place, but I’m thinking about her new tits the whole way over. I drop onto the couch and tell her to sit with me. That little dress rides up when she lowers herself, and my eyes go straight to those smooth legs. I lean in, slide a hand higher, and find out she skipped the panties altogether. No fabric, just bare skin and heat. I keep my fingers moving, teasing her open while I watch her face. She bites her lip, spreads a little wider, and I know we’re not talking about floor plans anymore. I pull her dress the rest of the way up, cup one heavy breast, and give it a slow squeeze. She’s already wet and ready. I drop my head, tongue flicking over her nipple, tasting skin while my fingers keep working between her thighs. She moans, hips rolling into my hand, and I grin against her tit. This flat tour is going exactly where I want.