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Liv had always wondered a little bit what it was even like to be Peyton. All that hellfire, that ambition, the drive—the legs. She herself had spent so long being detached, traumatized, only able to drag herself out of bed with dogged determination and then a self-sacrificing need to help others… in comparison, Peyton was a superhero.
With Peyton on her mind, though, Liv didn’t feel like some Type-A work fiend out of a romantic comedy. It didn’t even help her do paperwork. She couldn’t concentrate at all. She felt very… aware of her body. Somewhere between going through puberty and coming off of painkillers. She’d compared her own small breasts with Peyton’s painfully succulent ones, but now she could really feel them, her nipples slightly soft and flat, even a little tender against the cups of her bra.
The sensation spread to her groin; Liv suddenly aware of her pussy pressed against her panties. She flinched at the sensation and crossed her legs. It was like someone had their hand there… touching her… She wiggled her ass a little, exhaling. Feeling as sensual as a burlesque dancer and doing homework just didn’t go together. The paperwork was fighting a downhill battle. Moving quickly, as though wanting to get it over with, Liv stripped off her panties, leaving herself in just her skirt. But now her nipples were firm, grating against the material of her bra. She reached into her shirt to Flashdance her bra off and all of a sudden she was
