Annalise
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I turned, my back pressed into the mattress and my gaze on the ceiling, my heart still excited in my chest.
He tipped the bottle, letting beads of oil drop onto my skin. The cool wetness slipped from the valley of my breast, down to my stomach.
His touch was gentle as he covered every inch of my skin with oil.
Tony’s hands gently massaged my small breasts, and when he got to my n*****s, he would pull at them lightly.
Tony had this expression like he wanted to suck on them but he was keeping them for later.
“I love your n*****s,” he said, rolling them between his fingers. “They’re so pink.”
“Hmm,” I moaned.
He continued kneading and gently massaging my whole upper front torso from the tops of my shoulders down to my stomach.
He slid his hands along the side of my b
