Bren was tiny, with a giant heart and a big personality.
Long, wavy, surfer sun bleached blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders and butterscotch completion. Right to the spot where the muscles of her broad little shoulders flowed into the muscles of her chest, which immediately swept into tiny, perky little breasts with a subtle curve like a parenthesis.
I took another strip of black tape, and smoothed it over her little nipple, slightly puffy, with a chestnut hue.
She swirled The coconut cocktail I’d made and purred at me: “Would you get jealous if people saw your artwork?”
I was crafting a pattern across her figure. Angled shapes like silhouette of seagull wings in the distance. Starting wide and far apart at her wide little hips, hiding her hungry little pussy, narrowing and tightening as they climbed her figure and wrapped around her neck.
“Not at all, I would love to show you off.”
She glanced out the hotel window to the deepening sunset with a mischievous grin, then polished off her drink while I wrapped up my work. She padded out to the balcony while I made us another round, wiggling her pert little skater ass.