Lisa laughed, following suit—less graceful, more enthusiastic—stripping down to nothing before shimmying into the bodysuit. The material clung like a second skin, outlining every curve: her perky tits straining the front zipper, ass perfectly cupped, thighs looking strong and lethal.
Mira hesitated longest. She glanced around the cave—shadows deep enough for privacy in the side alcoves—then back at me. "I… I'll change over there," she said quietly, pointing to a darker corner. Her voice shook just slightly. "Don't… don't look, okay?"
Angela chuckled low. "Sure, sweetie. We'll be very good." Then, under her breath to me: "Ten seconds before she realizes how tight this thing is gonna feel on her wet little pussy."
Mira disappeared behind a natural stone partition, footsteps soft on the damp floor.
