SooDam (Secret Number) - Selcas
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Gentle waves roll in behind Soodam, as if they're nudging her toward you.
“You bring your camera?” she calls, perhaps a little louder than she needs to considering the relatively short distance and the calmness of the sea.
“To a beach trip? No!”
“Oh… We should go back to your place then!”
“We just got here though!”
She jogs up to you, oversized clothes bouncing around her like a very heavy set jellyfish. She lowers her voice to a much more appropriate decibel level for a public setting, “I forgot a swimsuit.”
With perfect timing, you shiver, “So? It's not like we were going to swim today. It's way too cold.”
“I forgot to wear anything under this dress.”
You glance down. Soodam uses her lack of underwear-wearing as a seduction tool literally all the time. Like, it's the only one she uses (besides brazenly groping your ass in front of a bus full of now-traumatized tourists). It's not particularly effective when she's got half a dozen layers of bulky denimy, cottony, perhaps wooly blends on. And yet, you know she's trying her best, so you capitulate.
“Fuck, babe. You're gonna get me in some type of mood.”
“Really? What type?”
You try hard not to facepalm. “The… horny type?”
Soodam sighs with genuine relief, “Good! I thought you might have been angry. So we can have sex?”
“Angry? Why would I… yeah, let's go.”
She gives her patented one-dimple smile and rushes past you.
At least it's a short trip home.
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