Liam spread his fingers, fully anchoring his hands around my breasts. He kneaded them in a rhythmic, circular motion, his palm pressing down on my tips with every single turn.As he pressed harder, I watched as my breasts were forced into different shapes.Heat flushed across my face, and the embers of my desire roared into a full-blown blaze.My breathing hitched, and my moans grew more uninhibited and desperate."Jemma," Liam said softly, "you have some congested lumps here. If we don't treat this properly, you'll be very prone to breast diseases in the future.""I see… Please… keep going," I managed to choke out.I heard the small massage table creak under the weight of his movements. And yet, the sensation of being so meticulously massaged left me addicted.Suddenly, his hands pulled away.I snapped my eyes open and looked at him with a dazed, confused expression. "What's wrong?"Only then did I realize my voice was trembling."I just need more cream," Liam said, scooping
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