Greg does something for Amy's own good

Amy was twiddling at the hem of her white tank top, deeply pensive about whether to strip or not.

"Come on, babes, you'll love it!" he told her.

"I don't know..." she kept hesitating.

Sighing at Amy's intransigence, Greg knew he had to do something. So, he walked over to his girlfriend, unbuttoned her denim shorts, and pulled them down to her cowboy boots, taking her pink thong with them.

Amy gasped and tried to pull her bottoms back up off her boots, but she ended up just tripping and falling into the desert sand. Certain that she wasn't hurt, Greg pulled off her bottoms and boots, taking her ankle socks off in the process.

"Greg!" Amy found the nerve to say something, "what the fuck!"

"This is for your own good, Amy-kins!" Greg whispered into her ear.

"God damn it, Greg," Amy said more annoyed than distressed as she got back up, "if people talk about my tiny tits, you're buying my weed for the rest of the year!"

"Deal!" Greg helped his girlfriend up as she brushed the sand off her knees. Not wishing to delay the inevitable, Amy shrugged her backpack off, before removing her tank top and giving it to Greg.

"See! That wasn't so bad, was it?" Greg declared, "now hold your arms up and say cheese!"

Amy put her backpack back on, and raised her arms with a "cheese" and the slightest hint of a smile she could **** through.

"Come one, let's go!" Greg corralled his naked girlfriend as they took in the sights.