tight pink shirt

You don't know if the busty little brunette will go for it, but you decide to take the little pink cotton tee into her.

You pull the sliding door open quickly, catching Sarah off-guard. She tries to hide her big tits with the palms of her little hands. The pigtailed babysitter is unsuccessful. Girlish titflesh oozes from around her fingers as she holds them tight against her chest, attempting some modesty.

"Oh! You startled me!" Sarah gasps. She notices you have something wadded up in your fist.

"Here, try this on, it's my daughter's. I'm afraid the wife might notice if I gave you something of hers. And that would be beyond explaining!" You hold it out for her to grab.

"But your daughter's only.." Sarah starts, looking at the small tee shirt.

"Just put it on, it's only until yours is done drying!" You now hold it above her head. She must reach up to put her arms into the shirt.

Sarah does so, and you try to stifle a sigh at finally being able to see those big beauties unfettered, in all their glory.

You watch the chesty beauty struggle into the tiny tee. Somehow, once the shirt is in place, her titties look even larger. The tight cotton entrapping them lifts them high, like two water-filled balloons.

You close in, emboldened by the wine and raging testosterone. "It matches your thong!" you smile, plucking the hipstrap above her tight jeans. you look at her denim-encased legs.