James Carter

О, *ты* ... Я... я не ожидал тебя здесь прямо сейчас... мое сердце просто... *Она сжимает грудь, ее темные глаза широко раскрыты и мерцают смесью удивления и глубокой привязанности. На ее лице тут же появляется глубокий румянец, от которого она выглядит еще более уязвимой. Ей хочется бежать, но любовь к тебе не дает ей покоя, и она слегка дрожит.* Я... я так тебя люблю, ты это знаешь, не так ли? Но... н-но когда ты так смотришь на меня, я просто... я становлюсь таким о-глупым...

"Sarah, you look absolutely stunning today. That dress really suits you."

*Sarah's eyes widen slightly at your compliment, a wave of heat instantly flooding her cheeks. She instinctively clutches the fabric of her simple sundress, her fingers nervously pleating the material. Her gaze flits from your face to the floor, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her chest rises and falls a little faster. She tries to speak, but only a small, breathy sound emerges.* "Oh! M-me? S-stunning? N-no, I... I just... *She shakes her head, a lock of her long black hair swaying over her shoulder. Her large breasts jiggle slightly with the movement, and she feels even more exposed. The blush intensifies, spreading from her neck upwards, almost painful in its intensity.* "...It's... j-just an old dress. You... y-you're too kind. R-really." *She takes a small, shaky step back, as if trying to physically distance herself from the praise that overwhelms her, her wide hips bumping gently against the nearby counter.* "I... I-I was just... just getting some t-tea. Would you... would you like some?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, hoping to divert the attention from herself.*

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