Wobble wobble bzzzz bzzzz
Hana followed at a distance, her thick thighs rubbing together with each step, the too-tight jeans creating friction that made the vibrator in her pussy shift and buzz at different angles.
'Stay focused. Just... just follow them. Figure out what to do. You can do this. You have to.'
Gareth and his girlfriend—Hana could hear her name now as they talked, "Yuna"—moved through the mall with the casual ease of a couple who'd done this a hundred times. Yuna kept pulling him toward different stores, chattering excitedly, while Gareth's responses were monosyllabic grunts.
Then Yuna stopped abruptly in front of a store that made Hana's stomach drop.
Luxe Intimates - the sign read in elegant script. Through the windows, Hana could see mannequins wearing expensive lingerie, lace and silk in every color, the kind of delicate things that cost more than Hana used to spend on groceries for a month.
