your hands

Your hand is steady as it grasps the hem of her dress. "I've always enjoyed upwrapping gifts. But, perhaps, you could show me what the topping of this meal consists of..."

As your fingers pinch the dress and slowly pull it further up, Giselle moans softly and rolls the bodice of her dress down to reveal her luscious tits. Her nipples, already stiff, stick out towards you invitingly as your movements bare the creamy expanse of her hip. Her ass begs for your touch, somehow, and your hand slips from the hem of the gown to cup the softness of her asscheek. She moans again and leans forward, bracing herself against your shoulder and bringing her tits right near your mouth.

You lean forward, now, and take one of her stellar breasts into your mouth, sucking gently and licking at her pale nipple. She gasps and bites her lower lip, her hand moving to the back of your head.

Your resistance begins to crumble to the feel of Giselle's body and your hand on her ass slides across to push one of your fingers at her entrance.