Stalling!

Lena opened her mouth, the word no balancing on her tongue—then died there. She snapped it shut, her hazel eyes darting away, her breath uneven. Could she really just… hand it over? Just give her bra away like that? The thought made her thighs clench tighter, shame twisting into raw, pulsing heat.

Instead of answering, she shifted awkwardly, hugging one arm across her chest as if that gesture alone could stall the inevitable. “I… I don’t…” she stammered, cheeks blazing, eyes glued to the floor.

The model chuckled, low and predatory, circling around her like a hawk. the model's fingers brushed down her spine, making her shiver, before slipping around her waist and resting dangerously close to the thin thong strap.

“Buying time, hm?” they teased, leaning close, their lips grazing her ear. “Bad girls stall. Good girls obey. Which one are you?”

Lena’s chest rose sharply, her bra straining against her quick breaths. She tried to speak again, but the words tangled in her throat. Every second of silence was its own answer.

The model grinned, tugging gently at her bra strap, letting it fall back against her shoulder with a snap. “Thought so. You want me to take it.”

Her hand slid flat over Lena's stomach, inching upward until her palm rested just under the curve of her bra, thumb brushing the edge of the cup. “But if you won’t surrender…” The model gave her thong strap a playful tug with their other hand. “…then I’ll just take both when the moment feels right.”

Lena’s knees trembled, the ache between her thighs intensifying at the threat. Stalling only fed the inevitable—she was hanging by a thread, caught between fight and surrender, knowing either choice left her more naked than before.

Clothing Status

Lena: half-naked — Bra and thong still on. both in danger!

Floor: Sweater, Jeans, sneakers, socks and t-shirt