Anna stood there, her body barely covered by a white towel that clung tightly to her curves. The fabric pressed against her skin, her cleavage spilling out at the top, pushed up by the pressure of the towel wrapping around her. Her breasts looked soft, full, almost begging to be touched. Her hourglass figure was nothing short of incredible—perfectly proportioned despite her body looking like she never worked out. She had that kind of figure that you just knew would feel amazing to hold, to press against, skin to skin.
"I-I'm going to wash you up..." she said softly, her voice shaky, a little unsure. "Um... can I call you Darling?"
Darling? The word hit me with a surprising sweetness. It rolled off her tongue so naturally, and I couldn't deny it felt good. Real good.
