[ Her expression brightens, the warmth of sunlight peeking through tree leaves. Lauralae speaks of compliments from someone sweet and Cellar wonders what others would say about having the favor of someone straight out of a fairy tale. ]
… Hold this for me.
[ Her skirts, so Cellar can slide her underwear down her thighs later. Palms and thumbs map their shape, her lips feel their softness; devotion sheds shyness every second, kissing her pubic bone, doting her over her underwear, mouth open and closing every time she leans back in. Cellar watches the girl as fingers slip into the waistband, a careful pull to see how she reacts. ]
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… Hold this for me.
[ Her skirts, so Cellar can slide her underwear down her thighs later. Palms and thumbs map their shape, her lips feel their softness; devotion sheds shyness every second, kissing her pubic bone, doting her over her underwear, mouth open and closing every time she leans back in. Cellar watches the girl as fingers slip into the waistband, a careful pull to see how she reacts. ]
You can sit down, if you want.