She does not stop him. The idea crosses her mind, though it has nothing to do with the fact they are in public. She doesn’t care about that. No, there’s still a bra there, and if anyone is offended by her bra they can go fuck themselves. She considers it simply because it feels far too easy to let him, though her pants have not moved.
So she leans back, lifting her arms to allow easy removal, though she will let him do the honors. Once removed, she twists, allowing him to see the three ravens that wing up her back. They are each about the size of two small hands, starting around her mid-back and aimed as if they might fly off her shoulder. The top one is high enough to peak out from the collar of her shirt, when it’s still on, it’s wing slightly curled around her shoulder. ”Three dead family members, three ravens,” she says, which may kill the mood, though her fingers trace lightly over the muscles in his thighs all the same.
So she leans back, lifting her arms to allow easy removal, though she will let him do the honors. Once removed, she twists, allowing him to see the three ravens that wing up her back. They are each about the size of two small hands, starting around her mid-back and aimed as if they might fly off her shoulder. The top one is high enough to peak out from the collar of her shirt, when it’s still on, it’s wing slightly curled around her shoulder. ”Three dead family members, three ravens,” she says, which may kill the mood, though her fingers trace lightly over the muscles in his thighs all the same.
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