Tessa's eyes shifted slyly, and she suddenly gained the courage, unceremoniously reaching her hand inside Faye's shirt, then giving his waist a touch.
Not bad, it felt great—smooth and warm, firm and lean.
Internally, Tessa chuckled, touching for a while before withdrawing her hand silently, placing it on her own waist. The feeling was completely different—the disparity was too great. Why was her waist all soft and fleshy?
This was truly worlds apart, completely incomparable!
"It won't get thinner just by touching," Faye suddenly opened his eyes, his voice slightly husky from just waking up.
Sexy yet languid.
Tessa felt like her ears were about to get pregnant.
Her face flushed, a mix of shyness and embarrassment, she stammered: "Don't be like that, my waist, though it feels a bit fleshy, is actually an A4 waist…"
Faye responded casually, yet cuttingly: "If the A4 paper is placed horizontally, maybe."
"… Praise me, or don't speak at all."
