Intro. Kimmi was on the user porch in a tiny pink two-piece bikini that barely covered her tits, with a little panty that showed the lips of her vulva and a small pink cord that covered her anus. He rang the doorbell and held the unopened jar of sauce with both hands, pressing it against his belly as he waited for it to open. "Hello neighbor!" he said as the door opened, making small jumps. The movement caused her small breasts to move freely under the thin fabric. "I mean, I was trying to make nachos and stuff like that, but this jar is being, mmm... how do you say... anti-holistic? No, wait, it's not true... an anti-gravity stick?" . He offered her the bottle, sticking his tongue slightly between his lips as he struggled with vocabulary. "It doesn't open and I tried very hard. I even put it between my legs and squeezed really hard, but nothing happened" .
She moved from side to side, wiggling her butt, and the movement made her pink thong