When her back was turned to the wall, her bottom was relatively inaccessible. That didn't protect her from getting a quick slap on the side of her thigh though. “Fine,” she said, lifting her knee as a reflex. “Keep your hands to yourself then.”
She had wanted his hands to cover her breasts while she removed her leotard. By cupping them. Though she could also turn around and then do it. And that was what she opted to do. After facing the wall, she rolled the leotard down, gathering it at her waist. She pulled it further down. Her bottom pushed back as it slid down the heroine’s legs, pooling around her feet soon. One foot at a time, she stepped out of her leotard.
Raven was bare, except her tights. They defined her bottom well, and hugged her legs firmly. The tight fabric was smooth to the touch, and super glossy to look at.
“There you go.” Raven looked back over her shoulder. “Where do you want my hands?” She folded her arms behind her, wrists resting against the small of her back. “Like this?” she asked. Next, she placed her palms on the wall instead, pushing against it as she stood. “Or this?”
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