[The flush of her arousal reached to the tops of her breasts, something she'd never been sure if she liked or not. But she had liked that they were proportional. Even. She even liked the rosy colour of her nipples, even if she was still undecided on how they looked hard, as they were now. Hard and pointed and sensitive, and now, lacking the cloth covering, susceptible to the light breeze that moved through their cave from time to time.]
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So are you. I have to remind myself not to stare.