The Bra Surrender

The word slipped from her lips before she could **** it back. “B-bra…”

The model’s eyes gleamed like a predator’s in the dark. “Mmm, I thought so,” She purred, brushing Her fingers over Lena's nipples through the lace, making them stiffen and betray her. “Let’s see you bare yourself properly.”

Lena’s trembling hands rose to the straps. She hesitated only a second before sliding one down her shoulder, then the other. Her heart thundered as she reached behind, fumbling with the clasp. The model didn’t help; She only leaned closer, breathing her in, their fingers never stopping their slow torment over Lena's pussy through the leggings.

The clasp gave. The straps slipped. The bra peeled away from her chest, her breasts springing free into the cool night air. Her nipples hardened instantly, exposed, ****. She shivered as she draped the bra over the waiting branch, its lace fluttering like a trophy in the breeze.

The model stepped around her, their gaze devouring her. “Perfect.” She dragged her thumb across one bare nipple, then she leaned to suck it into their mouth briefly before pulling away, leaving Lena breathless.

“Now look at you,” the model teased, stroking down Lena's stomach until they pressed firmly at her slit through the soaked leggings. “Nothing above, nothing underneath. Just boots and sheer fabric stretched over this dripping cunt.”

Lena whimpered, her hands hovering uselessly at her sides, her whole body buzzing with the humiliation and thrill. She was nearly naked in the park, breadcrumbs of clothing scattered behind her, and the night wasn’t done with her yet.

Clothing Status

Lena: has surrendered her skirt, jacket, tank top, and lace panties. Now, under the model’s relentless teasing, she moans out her choice: her bra will be the next breadcrumb. That leaves her in boots and sheer leggings with her bare pussy visible through them.