Genevieve is a Brat (Part 1/?) (Patreon)

Genevieve sat pouting. She crossed her arms over her top, a small pink and purple triangle bra with criss-crossing straps she had struggled to put on alone. She sighed and crumpled a bit, trying (and failing) not to be impatient. She uncrossed her arms and fidgeted with her panties. There was a zipper running from her tailbone to just under her belly button that held them together. She pulled the zipper up and down, listening to the small clicks as the teeth slid against each other. Just as she was about to release another loud, frustrated sigh, she heard the door open. She perked up - her favorite person was here, and she would finally get to play.