After the dress falls in a pool around her legs, Sarah Jane takes a step back so he can better appreciate what she's wearing underneath.
It's red and tight fitting and leaves little to the imagination. There are laces in the rather narrow triangle of fabric reaching from bra to panties, and little less but strings holding it up in the back.
There's a rosy blush on her cheeks as she looks away from him, clearly not the sort of woman to normally where such a silk and lace teddy. But it's his birthday in a way, not to mention the fact that she wants to see some sort of reminder in his eyes that she's still beautiful, despite the rope burns and bruises and cut.
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It's red and tight fitting and leaves little to the imagination. There are laces in the rather narrow triangle of fabric reaching from bra to panties, and little less but strings holding it up in the back.
There's a rosy blush on her cheeks as she looks away from him, clearly not the sort of woman to normally where such a silk and lace teddy. But it's his birthday in a way, not to mention the fact that she wants to see some sort of reminder in his eyes that she's still beautiful, despite the rope burns and bruises and cut.