[more fingers slip into Lina's underwear after a moment or two of staring and pressing and breathing. she's looking directly at Lina while she does it, because of course she is, and the smile turns even more coy as her entire hand moves inside. carefully, she feels around—not to find Lina's dick, because gods know she knows exactly where that is, but to touch, to feel, to brush her fingers and the back of her hand against everything.]
[until she's ready to take Lina in her hand, that is, and point her dick upwards so it can get a lot less cramped in there. her other hand comes in and pulls the waistband down enough to expose Lina in her entirety, while the hand wrapped around her slowly, gently strokes the entire length. she could get down on her knees right now, of her own accord, but she wants to watch Lina's face for a moment instead.]
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[until she's ready to take Lina in her hand, that is, and point her dick upwards so it can get a lot less cramped in there. her other hand comes in and pulls the waistband down enough to expose Lina in her entirety, while the hand wrapped around her slowly, gently strokes the entire length. she could get down on her knees right now, of her own accord, but she wants to watch Lina's face for a moment instead.]