Andy's POV
Andy gave an annoyed groan. He hated when the shorts laid wrong and he got an itch. Reaching back, he dug his finger straight into where the itch was. Scratching at the fabric didn't seem to help much, the itch just kept moving too- wait was there something in your shorts; some stray lint or crusted over shit from his last trip to the bathroom. Andy pulled his hand back before plunging his hand down the back of his shorts instead. He easily found the annoyance, snatching it up.
Your POV
The air in here was disgusting. The tight fabric didn't leave much room to breathe either. Then it got worse as a firm finger came down, pushing you into the flesh. The nail bit at you through the underwear, rubbing you up and down. You coughed, turning your face away to keep the sweat from your mouth. The finger disappeared and your prison stretched out a bit. Then you were caught between two fingers and dragged from the underwear at high speed, leaving you dizzy. You hoped Andy would recognize you and help you, but you tried not to get your hopes up.
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