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"It– it's the lace," Shane stammered, embarrassed. "It's cutting into my, um, you know." He shifted, fabric rubbing uncomfortably against his sensitive folds.
"What?" Ilya insisted, looking at Shane intensely.
"Don't make me say it." Shane looked around the restaurant and waved with his chopsticks to remind Ilya of where they were.
Ilya hummed knowingly, and a hand returned to his thigh, asking permission.
Or: For Shane's birthday, he wants Ilya to play with his pussy in a restaurant.
