( it's probably rude to stare at him — but being rude has never stopped eunyu, so she watches him tuck his dick away, her naked chest rising and falling, letting the adrenaline of the last few minutes still pumping in her veins to heat her skin, make her blush. it's not awkward, to her. it's erotic. it makes her thighs clench together, feeling how wet she got from getting hyunsu off, and letting out a soft breath of surprise to find she's damp to her knees. some of that is spit, sure, but a lot of it is just. her.
belatedly, after realizing she was staring, eunyu snaps back into focus, rushing through pulling her dress on and dusting it off, organizing her boobs in the bodice top. )
Um. Did you ... ( finding his shirt on the ground, she picks it up, though doesn't hand it over right away. hyunsu is stupid handsome, especially without it. eunyu does an uncomfortable bouncing step from one foot to the other while staring at his torso, some distant relative of the i need to pee dance. after a second, she reaches out for hyunsu's hand squeezing it. ) You okay?
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belatedly, after realizing she was staring, eunyu snaps back into focus, rushing through pulling her dress on and dusting it off, organizing her boobs in the bodice top. )
Um. Did you ... ( finding his shirt on the ground, she picks it up, though doesn't hand it over right away. hyunsu is stupid handsome, especially without it. eunyu does an uncomfortable bouncing step from one foot to the other while staring at his torso, some distant relative of the i need to pee dance. after a second, she reaches out for hyunsu's hand squeezing it. ) You okay?