Lena
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The steam curled around us, foam clinging to our wet skin. My eyes followed her hands as she scrubbed her body, from her breast to the large curve of her hips.
Cara turned, her back facing me and my eyes lingered on her voluptuous ass.
Cara angled her body like she was taking a pose.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You were staring,” she said, “so I was posing for you, my admirer.”
I blinked. “I wasn’t.”
Cara c****d her head, shifting her stance into another pose. “Do you like this? Or should I give you another angle?”
Heat climbed up my cheeks, and my gaze dropped to the bathroom floor. “You’re ridiculous,” I said, “I want to stare at you in that way. I was wondering how puberty hits some people and they are all curvy. Puberty hits me, and only my shoulder grows broad
