[after a moment, Kara slides her hands away, biting her lip but still giggling with every other breath. Faith looks frustrated, her hands all over Kara's suit at once, and Kara is tempted to laugh again. But instead, she decides to help Faith out. She reaches down, bunching her skirt up and pulling it up and up, revealing the top of black tights and then bare belly and then her bra (it may or may not be polka dotted). Then it's over her head and off her arms and dropped to the floor in a messy heap. She grins up at Faith, squirming under her with the building anticipation filling her.
She doesn't feel like laughing now, not as her gaze drags down Faith's body, her previous blush creeping down her chest.]
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She doesn't feel like laughing now, not as her gaze drags down Faith's body, her previous blush creeping down her chest.]