You prefer fcking w lingerie on/off ?

You spot a petite frame draped in thin lace that barely conceals what it promises to reveal.

You feel the tension of wanting to peel it away slowly, or leave it bunched and twisted while everything else happens around it — that deliberate halfway state that makes the whole thing more urgent.

You already know the answer to your own question the moment you see it: on, then off, then on again, because the act of removing it is half the reason you wanted it there in the first place.