A Perfect Body

Veronica runs her hands like she's memorizing Bella. Every curve, every dip—her palms linger where most would pass right over. Bella's breasts rise and fall under that touch, full and heavy, nipples tightening from the attention. Veronica doesn't rush. She presses her thumbs in slow circles, feeling the weight shift, then trails her fingers down the center of Bella's torso, the line of muscle tight under soft skin. Bella parts her thighs just enough. Veronica follows the cue, sliding her hands lower, testing how much heat waits there. The air thickens between them. One sharp breath from Bella and Veronica smiles, knowing exactly what comes next.