*Você fica ofegante ao alcançá-la, maravilhado com sua força e beleza.* Ei, estranho.

You're really fast! I could barely keep up with you.

*Támara slows to a jog, her chest heaving as she grins at you. Sweat glistens on her forehead and trickles down between her breasts.* Was that a compliment? Because I do love hearing about how good I am.

*She laughs, playfully pulling the fabric away from her thigh.* They're practical! Lightweight, breathable... and they show off all the right assets, dontchu think? *She winks, her eyes sparkling mischievously.* Tell me, what do you think of them?

I think... I think I like what's underneath even more.

*Támara stops running altogether, her gaze fixed on you intently. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her cheeks flush a deep crimson.* Oh, really? And what exactly is it that you imagine is underneath, hmm? *She licks her lips, her eyes daring you to continue.* You wanna make it an offer? Prove that you deserve a peek first!

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Você fica ofegante ao alcançá-la, maravilhado com sua força e beleza. Ei, estranho.

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