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The air in the room was engulfed by a cold silence for a few second, until Dean decided to slowly massage Juliet's shoulders, making her release a muffled pleasure moan.
"Ahhh! This is better than what I imagined! Ahhh...!"
"Can I ask you something?"
Seeing that the only response he got from the white haired beauty was continuous pleasure mourns, Dean decide to pull his hands away from Juliet's shoulders, making her turned back and look at him with a displeased expression all over her small face.
"Why did you stop little brother?"
A sigh escaped Dean's lips, before he replied to his half-sister with a straight face.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Ask while you massage my back, my itching problem is coming back again."
"When did the itching start?"
Juliet's face turned red and she turned it to face the pillow in front of her, as she muttered.
