[ There was the slightest tinge of regret, that she knew she couldn't just take that to the tailor to fix without having to explain why it happened, but the shock of feeling the seams strain and pop, exhilarating and invigorating all its own, pushed that regret so far aside it was practically non-existent. It was so exciting, to feel Fang's strength used that way, that she was the object behind those burning desires. She could never consciously think of herself as someone worthy of that attention, but she definitely wasn't going to turn it away.
The halves of the brassiere fell loose, Chariot using her free hand to pull one half aside, exposing part of her chest fully to Fang. She was already so worked up and feeling her own hunger, the rosy blush had extended to her breast, and the pert nipple as well. ]
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The halves of the brassiere fell loose, Chariot using her free hand to pull one half aside, exposing part of her chest fully to Fang. She was already so worked up and feeling her own hunger, the rosy blush had extended to her breast, and the pert nipple as well. ]