She's DTF, and she's really into it.

Elizabeth eagerly returns your kisses, her tongue almost immediately probing your lips. You give her a taste of the lemonade you just swallowed while you wrap your arms around her, leaning her back against the fridge door.

She draws her hands through your hair, then down your back, following the cords holding your bikini top in place forward but stopping before they reach your chest. When you take her wrist and guide her hand to your breast she gives up a little gasp, her fingers trembling as she touches your breast through the flimsy material. You smile into the kiss at her nervous excitement, sliding your hands up under her tank top to trace the edge of her training bra.

Before your hands reach her breasts you push yourself away from her, looking straight into her hooded eyes as you reach behind you to pull open the knot holding your top up. Her flushed face grows even more red when you reveal your breasts, and it doesn't take much effort for you to guide her mouth down to them. She kisses and fondles your breasts, and when you push a nipple into her mouth she sucks it, willingly following your instructions to do it harder or softer or to use her tongue.