After completing the painting, Nils complimented Lisa on her dress.

“Thank you,” Lisa said, “although it’s not very practical. It kept slipping off my shoulder.”

“All the better to see your lovely slit and your lovely breasts,” Nils said. “What a nice color.”

“The dress or my breasts?” Lisa asked.

“Both,” Nils said.

“I thought you’d say that. Very light weight, too.”

“Your breasts are the perfect weight,” Nils said.

“Ha ha,” laughed Lisa. “I meant the dress, silly. I bet it’s lighter than your cock.”

“In color? No...” Nils declared.

“I don’t know,” Lisa said. “When you get fully aroused ... But I meant lighter in weight. Just to make sure, though, we should compare.”

“How are we going to do that?” Nils asked.

“I have my ways,” Lisa said.

Lisa tested the weight.

“Well?” Nils asked.

Lisa smiled. “Admit it, you want to fuck my dress. It’s very silky. Almost as silky as your cock.”

With a little help from Lisa, Nils fucked her dress.

“How was it?” Lisa asked.

“Not bad,” Nils said. “But not as silky as your cunt.”

“Really?”

“Well,” Nils said, “I think a comparison is in order.”

In the end, they agreed there was no comparison.