Claire elegantly perched herself on the bar, her right leg casually resting on the stool next to Danielle. With a playful glint in her eye, she picked up a strawberry from the plate Cathy had prepared for the champagne and leaned in, ready to feed it to Danielle.
Danielle, however, had other ideas. She reached out to hold Claire’s right leg firmly, her touch as steady as her amused expression. Meanwhile with her right hand she reached Cathy's hanging left boob. Meanwhile, Cathy seized the moment—and Claire’s left, heavy, round boob —while leaning in with mischievous intent, her lips just shy of brushing Claire’s left nipple.
All the while, the strain on their outfits proved too much. With an almost theatrical timing, their dresses gave way, revealing the full, rounded glory of their chests, unrestrained and unapologetically on display.