Rosita closes her eyes under the blindfold, and feels her mind's focus adjust accordingly. It's familiar: she's a scout, used to moving through dark buildings and terrain when necessary, among other things. She tips her head, curious, when she hears him moving and then smiles when she hears the music.
"Shall I make a show of it?" she asks, leaning back to work the button and zipper, standing to slide her jeans down slowly off her hips. Her underwear, as usual, is more functional than anything, soft black cotton boyshorts.
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Date: 2024-12-10 07:21 pm (UTC)"Shall I make a show of it?" she asks, leaning back to work the button and zipper, standing to slide her jeans down slowly off her hips. Her underwear, as usual, is more functional than anything, soft black cotton boyshorts.