He carefully removes my shirt, brushing my hair over my shoulder after he drops it on the floor. I’m so thankful I didn’t wear a bra last night. His eyes lock on my boobs and he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat. Chase drops to his knees. He’s an exceptionally tall guy, and I’m slightly below average height so his face is almost at boob level. He tips his head back to look at me. “Can I touch your tatas?” “Only if you never call them tatas again.” “Never again.” He inhales deeply and raises his hands but stops just shy of cupping my breasts. He touches his cheek first. “Temperature
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