"Ahem...Leaving the discussion of whether you can strip my clothes whenever you want for another day..." Camila said, without rejecting or accepting what I said, to keep her face. But in actuality, it looked like she wouldn't mind if I stripped her clothes whenever I wanted to, as long as I complimented the part of her body that I took the clothes off of, showing how needy she was for my attention and approval, which, to be honest, really filled my ego as a man.
"...Why don't you first tell me how you even took off my bra so easily when I myself struggle to take it off everyday."
"I mean, not only did you cleanly take it off in such a brisk manner, You also did it such a way that I didn't even feel my bra being taken off until I felt it sliding off my breasts....Just how did you do that?"