[she's squinting, leaning in close to her phone, because-]
That's not food, Petre.
[but okay, she's still hoping for food. there's some blurred movement while she sets her phone down back where it was. she stays on her side, fingers playing with the edge of the the shirt, teasing it over a breast. this is wildly out of her comfort zone; Petre's much better at putting on a show than she is. but; she circles a nipple with a finger before pinching it between her forefinger and thumb.
catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she shrugs the shirt off completely and rolls onto her back, let's her eyes slip closed. it's easier to pretend that he's in the room with her, rather than being stuck at work. palming at a breast, she squeezes and shifts her hips, bending a knee. ]
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That's not food, Petre.
[but okay, she's still hoping for food. there's some blurred movement while she sets her phone down back where it was. she stays on her side, fingers playing with the edge of the the shirt, teasing it over a breast. this is wildly out of her comfort zone; Petre's much better at putting on a show than she is. but; she circles a nipple with a finger before pinching it between her forefinger and thumb.
catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she shrugs the shirt off completely and rolls onto her back, let's her eyes slip closed. it's easier to pretend that he's in the room with her, rather than being stuck at work. palming at a breast, she squeezes and shifts her hips, bending a knee. ]