Mila didn’t say anything for a minute, then she got up and took my hand. Xxx She never tried to be artificially cheery with me. “Tell me if I hurt you,” she said when she came to my right shoulder joint, the one that had been dislocated. She got us both the works, including a haircut and styling, manicure and pedicure, and followed by a full Brazilian waxing for me. “Come in, of course. My hands moved from the pillow to clutch my breasts, while I put my feet on Mila’s back and frantically ground my sex against her mouth as I came again. Are you more comfortable now?”
I was, actually. She moved on to my arms, finally taking my hands in hers one by one and rubbing them, then stroking my fingers.
