A Perfect Body

Veronica lives for these moments. She loves women's bodies, how they move under her hands, how they respond. Touch is half the reason she took this job. Bella always makes her work feel like pleasure instead of anything else. Bella's body hits her different. Long lines, tight muscle, smooth skin that warms under her palms. Veronica's fingers trail over every curve she can reach. She presses into the flesh of Bella's hips, thumbs glide along ribs, her touch slow and deliberate. No rush. She traces collarbones with the edge of her nail, then cups heavy breasts, testing the weight. Her fingertips circle nipples until they stand tight, then continue down, down to the hard plane of stomach. She pauses at the dip of hip, then spreads Bella's legs just enough to slide between them. Veronica takes her time. Her thumbs press slow circles into inner thighs, her other fingers mapping the rise of ass cheeks, stroking the soft crease where leg meets cheek. She can feel Bella getting warmer, opening to the touch. When her hand finally slides between the slick folds, her fingers move with easy confidence—testing, teasing, but never hasty. Every part of Bella gets attention. Every shiver gets noted.