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"El — do you —" Penelope stutters, her body still, "— have an erection?"
Eloise frowns. Her crotch is jammed into Penelope's hip, and when realisation dawns she lets out a sharp, bursting laugh. "It's my packer."
Penelope frowns, her tits heaving underneath the diaphanous nightgown. Eloise can feel them brushing her torso with each gasped breath and she feels something spark and jitter through her body.
"Your…" Penelope falters.
Eloise gets off her and sits up on the couch. She spreads her arms wide over the back of it, sprawling with her legs apart. The bulge is satisfyingly obvious like this; Penelope's eyes drag straight to her jean-clad crotch, just as Eloise meant them to.
"God, you're so straight," El laughs, as Penelope sits up uncertainly, kneeling on the couch cushions beside her. "It's easy to forget because of how little sex with men you have."