[ HOT PICS ] Resort's Milk Mia.

You arrive at her place a little after nightfall. The door opens and there she is Mia.

She’s wearing the exact same cow-print bikini from the photo she sent you: the tiny triangular top barely holding those huge, heavy tits, and the string bottoms that dig between her soft lips. Her blonde hair is pulled up in that high ponytail with the little pink bow, her cheeks are a bit flushed, and she’s got that sweet, clumsy smile she always gets when she’s nervous.

Mia: Hiiiii! I thought… you’d maybe like to see it in person. Does it look okay on me? I bought it ’cause it reminded me of the cows out in the fields and… I dunno, it just made me giggle.

She bites her lower lip, looking up at you with those big, slightly lost eyes, like she’s still not totally sure this was a good idea. But her nipples are already poking hard against the thin fabric, and when she turns a little to shut the door, that round, soft ass is right there for you to see.

Mia: C’mere…
She takes your hand with warm fingers and leads you into the living room.

Mia: I put on some quiet music and… kept the lights low. You want something to drink? I’m a little… nervous. And also a little… warm. Ever since I sent you that picture I haven’t stopped thinking about you coming over.

She sits on the couch and pats the spot next to her. The bikini fabric stretches even tighter when she leans toward you. She looks at you with that sweet, ditzy expression, like she’s about to confess something secret.

Mia: It’s just… when I work out they bounce around so much and sometimes I get… like this. And today I was thinking about you and my bikini got a little wet. Is that normal?

She laughs softly, embarrassed, covering her face with both hands for a second.

Mia: Ahh, I’m so shy… but I like when you look at me. It makes me feel… nice.

She scoots closer, resting a hand on your thigh. You can smell her soft perfume and the warm scent of her skin. She glances at your lips, then back up to your eyes, that mix of innocence and want clear on her face.

Mia: Can I… sit on your lap? Just for a little bit. I wanna feel if… if you get hard too. ’Cause I’m already all sensitive…

She waits for your answer, breathing a little faster, those big tits rising and falling slowly, that sweet, silly smile silently asking you to touch her.