Vi might have been frustratedly embarrassed if it wasn’t that she’s now staring at the most beautiful pair of breasts she’s seen. As everything when it comes to Cait, they are somehow annoyingly perfect. She allows herself a shameless stare, taking in the shape; memorizing the details.

“That was mean to make it a puzzle,” she pouts and giggles as she moves closer to Cait. She wraps her fingers against the softest flesh and adds, “but you’ve made it up to me I guess.” Her hands massage and press, rough, pert flesh pressing against her palm. She pinches just a little. “Are your panties going to require some secret, fancy removal?”