[ She gasps at the sensation of the textured cloth pressed against the hard ridges of plastic pressing against her, making a buzzing, electric heat pool between her thighs, in her feet, in her breasts and head. She bites her lip and tries hard not to whimper or squirm while her head swims from such little contact--and succeeds at neither. ]
They--were cute.
[ Her voice is both a little breathless and a little defensive, and the feeling in her chest (aside from the pounding of her heart) is tight with confusion. ]
I thought they looked good on me.
[ Now, with his eyes piercing her straight through, she's less certain. ]
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They--were cute.
[ Her voice is both a little breathless and a little defensive, and the feeling in her chest (aside from the pounding of her heart) is tight with confusion. ]
I thought they looked good on me.
[ Now, with his eyes piercing her straight through, she's less certain. ]