She doesn't feel like she has one

"This is incredible! How is it that I convinced you and my dare got even worse?" Says Miranda crossing her arms on her chest defensively.

"Tom, you really went too far with this one." Comments Nicole, always keeping her breast covered with her crossed arms.

She's so sweet and protective.
Even the dare Miranda gave her was a bit over the top for your taste , nonetheless she's at her side now that she needs it.
Or maybe it's all about not wanting to smell her friend crotch...

"It's not my fault. It just turned out this way." He says shrugging his shoulders.

"Can't say to be sorry either, though."Adds with a grin.

Miranda throws him and unmistakeable look.

"Tom, just do me a favour ... Shut up!" She sighs.

"I suppose leaving the room to undress would be pointless. Very well ..." She adds fiddling with the zipper of her pants.

She lowers it without much hesitation revealing the white triangle of skin abover her pussy.
The thin trail of hair seems a signal indicating the position of it, still hidden by the crotch of her pants.

She grabs the elastic fabric with both hands on her hips and starts to push it down, bending slightly to help herself.
Easier said than done.
Her pants are so tight that she seems to be actually peeling off a second skin rather than clothes.

Miranda snorts and puffs, as more of her perfect soft skin slips out for the elastic fabric.
When she reaches around her knees, she wobbles, struggling to mantain her balance.
The jeggings are so thight that she can't move anymore, as they simply bind her legs together, so she falls back on the armchair, giving you a first peek or her naked sex.

With effort, she manages to slip off her claves and feet out of the clinging **** trap, not without spreading her legs unladylikely a couple of times.
She tidily folds the pants and places them next to her and, after a moment of hesitation, stands up.

Her white tank top is long and loose and curls softly above the curve of her hips.
Frontally it hides her navel and waist but not where it counts, falling short on her groin of a few inches.

Wow!

Ballet dancer till the age of twelve. Then boobs happened and she moved to modern dance.
And apparently pole dancer lately.

Miranda's naked lower body is exactly what you would expect.
Perfection.
Even without heels, she looks kind of leggy, of that kind of legs that could ride you to **** and then straight to paradise.

Her tights are firm and somewhat muscular, but perfectly proportioned to her slender figure.
Same goes for her well toned calves, no wonder she struggled to peel off her pants.
You notice that she appears to be wearing a silver anklet very much alike to that infests your jerk-off fantasies from that day at the pool.

The texture of her skin appears smooth and elastic.
Of an almost greenish, warm, white hue, lighter where panties and costumes usually cover the skin.
Mostly around her sex, as her hips instead blend perfectly with the rest of her legs.

Right in middle, a thin strip of hair courses down her groin, meeting the slight protuberance of her labia.
They are small and hairless, thightly enclosing the hood of skin protecting her clitoris.
Just under them, you can spot the outline of the little ones, shyly standing out in the small heart-shaperd gap at the base of her tights.

Her gaze moves restlessly across the presents.
Then, after adjusting nervously a lock of brown hair behind her ear, she moves it down between her legs, raising at the same time the hem of her top, almost like to check if it's all in order down there.

"Nice lil' pussy you've got." Comments Tom lecherously, almost intercepting her insecurity.

"Now come here and let me get a taste." He adds.

She looks for a moment at him like a diver on the board looks the water beneath.
Water infested with shark, most probably...

"Tom, this is already pretty akward as it is ... S-Shut up, please." She pleads while complying with his request.

The change in her attitude is evident.
And probably has something to do with being butt-naked in front of five people, but surely you liked better when she was giving him back sassy replies.
He nods and smiles, before bending forward and sticking out his face as she approaches him.
She stops in front of him, giving you a better view of her firm, round butt.

"So what I have to do exactly?" She sighs.

He hesitates looking at her from below.

"You may speak ... just once, though ..." She concedes guessing the reason of his silence.

"Just grab my head and hold it on your pussy for at lest ten seconds. Just this. Rinse and repeat for all the presents." He says calmly, without trying to hide his satisfaction.

"Oh God! I can't belive I'm actually doing this ..." Exclaims Miranda looking up to the celing for a moment.

She grabs his head with both hands, diving her fingers in his curls, and draws it closer to her groin, pushing it out at the same time to close the distance.
The longest ten seconds of you life.
She squirms, holding her breath, while Tom brings his hands behind her knees.

Is he tickling her or what?

His hands rise up along her tights and cup gently her butt cheeks.
You have the impression that now he is the one pressing her on himself.
She bends foward letting out a muffled wheeze, resting her weight on him for a moment.
"Ok, thats more than enough." She says with a trembling voice, while pushing him away.

She backs away from him, flushed and with short breath.
You can't help but wonder if he has done more than just smell her ...
Tom smiles smugly, but attains to her request and stays silent.

It's your turn.
She moves closer.
You **** yourself to look at her face instead of her tantalizing, hypnotic sex as she walks.

"Sorry, John. I ..." She says giving you an hint of an embrassed smile when she stops in front of you.

You can almost already feel the heat and scent coming from her.

"It's ok. No big deal, don't worry about it." You reassure her with your best poker face.

After a slight hesitation her smile opens up and her hands cling gently your head.

It know it will be hard to restrict yourself ...