The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife
he said, reaching around her to grab the soap and sponge.
His arms brushed against her naked flesh with every move he made, and she tried desperately to shield her body’s eager reaction from him, folding her arms over the hard, red tips of her breasts.
“Then you have to change your plan,” she continued desperately, watching as he applied the soap to the sponge. He remained focused on the sponge in his hand.
“Let’s see.” His voice sounded a little strange and his expression was neutral. When he looked up again, he gently started running the sponge over her folded arms.