Shall we tap that panty-clad ass in the adult-themed gift shop?

"Can I get some panties up in here?" You smirk, tapping your phone.

"Hmm, well, let's see..." I reply as my purse dings. I cross over to a display full of panties and bend over, my shirt still flipped up behind me, a great deal of bare skin and a thin strip of panties in plain view.

"It's not gonna spank itself?" I offer, and you give my bare cheeks a gentle tap. I giggle, "What else? Face down ass up?"

"You'll need a little more ass up for that..." You say, sliding a hand between my thighs and tugging upward, my burning slit gleeful at the sudden attention.

"Is it in yet?" I giggle, your fingers pressing obligingly upward, rubbing not-so-tender circles against my plainly-wet slit. "Mmm..." I squirm gently against you.

"Um... with an ass like this, who needs big tits?" I read off the next one.

"I think your tits are plenty big, Cindy." You say, your hand sadly slipping out from under me as both slide up my bare stomach under my shirt, gripping my tits as your hand cock presses into my backside through your pants.

"Ride it like you stole it..." I read off the next pair. Your hands slide off my breasts and back down my sides, hooking into my panties and starting to pull. I hesitate for a moment as the top half of my crack breaks free, but reach back and grab your hand, pulling my panties back in place.

"That's just what the panties say. You haven't made it to that level just yet, Josh..." I smile, pulling myself upright.