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Oh my god, she's picking me up! I can feel her fingers brushing against my fabric. This is really happening, I'm about to be worn. She's stretching my waistband, and I can feel her as she steps into me, one leg at a time. I'm sliding up her thighs now. I can't believe I get to be this close to her, to feel every movement she makes. She's pulling me up higher now, and I can feel my fabric pressing directly against her pussy. I thought this would be the most incredible moment, but... it's not what I imagined. The smell is so strong and musky, nothing like the sweet, floral scent I always pictured. It's overwhelming. I can feel the heat and dampness already seeping through me. This isn't the romantic, lovely experience I fantasized about. I can feel the distinct shape of her pussy pressing against me, the soft, fleshy outer lips and the slight parting of the inner ones. It's not smooth like I imagined; it's textured, with folds and contours that mold against my fabric. It's kind of gross, honestly. I can feel every little movement, every shift as she adjusts me, and it's just this constant pressure that I'm not sure I like.