She never meets their eyes. Every eye is a swarm of insects. Her every move – every sway, whorl, and undulation of her flesh – draws a dozen voracious clouds buzzing with insatiable arousal. She is struck by an onslaught of pawing, probing waves. She feels every pincer tug, every mandible grope at her erogenous zones. She watches their entomical fantasies play out upon her skin. She scratches at herself. She feels unclean.
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