Daphne whined and struggled a little more. “No, good girls are demure and proper and would never let themselves be touched until their wedding nights…” She had to bite her lip to stop a smirk from forming.
She gasped as she was tossed onto the bed. Looking up at Sara, she licked her lips before smiling coyly. Slowly, she pulled her blouse off before reaching for her bra. Unclipping it, she slid it off and tossed it aside. Daphne covered her bare breasts with her arms even as she moved.
Daphne’s slid her skirt down and kicked it off with her shoes. Her knickers and stockings came off leaving Daphne completely naked on the bed. One hand and arm covered her breasts while the over covered between her legs.