Unbuttons the dress

"Well," Brad said and put his hands on her thighs. They were soft and smooth, so much so that it was hard to tell where the loose, soft material of her dress started and her skin stopped. The thin material allowed the heat of her legs to pass right through it, but Brad's fingers found the hem and slid to the middle, teasing her thighs the entire way.

Meanwhile, his eyes devoured the display of tits in front of him. Full. Pendulous. Amazing. The type of tits you'd swear were fake, but there's only one way to tell and they'd get to that soon enough. Her nipples were tiny, taut, and the color of strawberries; not the first time he'd seen them, but it was the first time they'd been so brazenly on display. She'd undone two more buttons when she put the wine in the fridge and the thin material of her dress slid to her right, her tit popping out as she shifted under his touch.

Brad popped a button on her dress; the lowest button, allowing the material to spread even more. She bit her lip and grinned devilishly.

Brad's fingers moved up. It wasn't the heat of her thighs he was feeling anymore, but the heat pouring out of her pussy. Another button opened and she gasped, still grinning. Brad's finger slid up higher, inside the dress and found...