A soft whimper at what he's doing, and then she adjusts her suit, each hand grazing over a breast. She bites her lip a little as she makes herself say it. "They're hard. Glasscutter hard. Way out of proportion with any wind or temperature. Any... anyone with a close look would know how turned on I am."
A shift in the tide, and the look wouldn't need to be all that close.
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