My hands grip the hem of your wet shirt as I slowly pull it up over your stomach.
Your arms rise as it moves up your chest and higher until your face is covered.
I lean in to quickly lick each nipple causing you to gasp.
I slowly stretch up against you but my arms can’t reach high enough. You bend down so I can reach but I leave it on your head as a hat.
Chuckling, you pull it off, quickly grabbing the hem of my shirt saying “Your turn!”
Do you suspect I spilled your drink on purpose?
