Loving Tami's Seductive Suck

Her little fashion show sucked me in

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Tami burst through the door clutching a shopping bag. Denim shorts squeezed her butt and her halter top barely contained her breasts. “Look what I found on sale,” she exclaimed, grinning ear-to-ear. She pulled a pleated skirt out of the bag and held it against her waist.

She had decided to start working instead of going to college and I was proud of how she was careful and buying smart. “Do you like it?”

The skirt wasn’t much longer than her denim shorts and I tried not to notice her bubble butt, but her entire being was soaked up in a fashion fervor that was especially cute.

“Lovely.” I spoke quietly, trying to suppress the incredible passion building and coursing through my veins and into my imagination.

“You don’t like it?” Tami frowned.

“I didn’t say that. I said, ‘Lovely.’”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s the way you said it.” Tami laughed, held the skirt to her side, looked over her shoulder, and declared. “I’ll put it on and you can tell me how it looks.” And disappeared into her room.