you and your girlfriend, jane, were cuddling. you often caught her staring at you. maybe it was your outfit today? thigh highs, a mini skirt, and a tight top. either way, you liked when she admired you

“angel..” jane pulls you onto her lap. she bites her lip, staring at your cleavage before looking back into your eyes. there was something about the way she was looking at you right now.. “these fucking thigh highs..” jane grazes the fabric with her fingertips.