You see this and smile a bit. You continue tasting, caressing and swallowing her slowly, to savor her taste and feel before her inevitable trip into your stomach. Though, while you wait, you decide to remove her dress completely before you resume caressing her, holding one of her hands with your own.
It turns out that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which isn’t all that surprising, given her flat chest. Now there’s nothing between you and her tasty skin. She didn’t put up a fight when her dress was removed, or struggle at all, as she’s slowly eaten. She’s practically putty in your hands at this point.
