<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Carly</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Assuming the loud roar from without is part of the party entertainment Carly pays it scant attention.  Far too involved in the sensations Peter is providing her, as he squeezes her bared nipples hard, almost past the point of pleasureable pain at this stage in the game, almost.  She cannot be concerned with any one else's enjoyment.<br/><br/>Her ample breasts freed of the silk fill his hands and more, round and firm though definitely pliant enough to be real tingle, goose bumps raising along her silken skin as his hands leave them fully exposed to the air, pushing her towards the bed and spinning her about to face him.<br/><br/>The little slip of a dress finally meets the floor exposing her round hips and thighs, smooth as silk skin and almost completely trimmed, neat little bush snugged behind a tiny purple silk thong.  A tiny iredescent purple butterfly twirling its way around an equally small, deeper than blood red rose winked just barely in sight from her left very, very lower back or upper cheek.   Carly turns to the side lifting her hip a little as she does, almost but not quite, turning her back to him, watching Peter over her shoulder, her smouldering eyes catch his as she does, showing off the tiny bit of intimate artwork.<br/><br/>"What are you going to do to this butterfly?"  wiggling her hips a little Carly gives Peter a teasing, taunting little giggle.<br/><br/>