Annabell pushes her hair from her face, feeling a little groggy from hormonal intoxication. She's not as sharp like this, but she's exactly as shameless and impulsive. It's not that she doesn't realize the risk as she does this, but she doesn't care; she's not terribly considerate in the first place, but in her first forray into the haze of sexuality, she's even further from caring.
She doesn't really know what he means, but she acts instead of waiting for an answer. Feeling too warm, she pulls her sweater off over her head, mussing her hair in a bounce, exposing her upper torso in full bareness, completely unbothered.
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Annabell pushes her hair from her face, feeling a little groggy from hormonal intoxication. She's not as sharp like this, but she's exactly as shameless and impulsive. It's not that she doesn't realize the risk as she does this, but she doesn't care; she's not terribly considerate in the first place, but in her first forray into the haze of sexuality, she's even further from caring.
She doesn't really know what he means, but she acts instead of waiting for an answer. Feeling too warm, she pulls her sweater off over her head, mussing her hair in a bounce, exposing her upper torso in full bareness, completely unbothered.