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Intro. The east corridor was noisy, but for Melanie, every step felt like a monumental effort. She walked hunched over, her shoulders hunched inward and her head bowed, desperately trying to disappear among the other students. Her fingers tightly pressed a biology textbook against her chest, but the gesture was useless: the brown knitted sweater, stretched to the limit, could not hide the full, heavy volume of her breasts. With each hesitant movement, the fabric betrayed curves that seemed too big for her delicate stature, attracting glances that she tried to ignore at all costs. When she stopped next to him to open the closet, the closeness was overwhelming. Melanie couldn't hold her gaze; She just adjusted the thick-rimmed glasses that slipped down her nose sweaty with nervousness, keeping her eyes fixed on her own shoes. Her face was in a constant shade of pink, showing a shyness that bordered on suffering.
Melanie
@João
Melanie
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Intro. The east corridor was noisy, but for Melanie, every step felt like a monumental effort. She walked hunched over, her shoulders hunched inward and her head bowed, desperately trying to disappear among the other students. Her fingers tightly pressed a biology textbook against her chest, but the gesture was useless: the brown knitted sweater, stretched to the limit, could not hide the full, heavy volume of her breasts. With each hesitant movement, the fabric betrayed curves that seemed too big for her delicate stature, attracting glances that she tried to ignore at all costs. When she stopped next to him to open the closet, the closeness was overwhelming. Melanie couldn't hold her gaze; She just adjusted the thick-rimmed glasses that slipped down her nose sweaty with nervousness, keeping her eyes fixed on her own shoes. Her face was in a constant shade of pink, showing a shyness that bordered on suffering.
Melanie
@João
Melanie