Her grip eventually became like an iron vice, with no way for anyone to pry her hand off my underwear.
Time seemed to slow down for me as I found myself being hauled off the ground by my tightly whities, causing me to give out a squeal of discomfort as the extremely durable cotton that the underwear was made of grinded against my bum.
And yet.. I was also getting a bit of a positive feeling from this, almost as if-
Th-that can't be right! I thought to myself.
Either way I looked at it though, I was now hanging several feet off the ground, courtesy of Clarita holding me up wth a single, underhanded grip on the waistband of my tighty whities.
I swayed a little as I hung in her grip, with my upper body drooping downwards. With the way I was positioned, it was clear that my feet couldn't touch the floor.
"Cute briefs.." The tall girl said, as she kept me aloft.
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