Nash stood up slowly, pulling Miko to her feet with him. It was easy, her tiny frame barely 150 cm next to him over 190, like lifting a doll.
She wobbled, knees weak, glasses still fogged, purple hair messy around her flushed face.
He stripped her top off with one yank, her small tits bouncing free. They trembled with every breath, the curve so gentle they looked untouched, innocent, barely a handful each, nipples tiny and stiff like rosebuds.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged them down slowly, the fabric peeling away from her skin with a wet sound.
The panties clung for a second to her soaked lips before giving way.
Miko gasped, arms flying to cover herself, but Nash caught her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one big hand.
Her pussy came into view.
It was tiny. Perfectly smooth, no hair, lips puffy and flushed dark pink, her clit peeking out swollen and shiny.
