A Full-Body Rubdown

Douglas poured suntan oil onto his hands, then gently applied them to Chelsie's feet. She was prominently tattooed. A scorpion on one ankle, a queen of spades on the other. His hands glided up her flesh, a temple to just the right amount of fitness and plastic surgery, capped off with copious amounts of sex. Two big ribbons on the back of her thighs. His hands glided over her round, thick asscheeks, Africa tattooed on one, and a second queen of spades on the other. Then her back, with the prominent tribal tattoo with a third queen of spades as the centerpoint, and underneath the words 'BNWO'. Her back was flawless with nary a tattoo, although she had a kanji tattoo for 'princess' on the back of her neck. She rotated from her side to her back easily, her baby bump comparitively small, even at this late stage.

He massaged her sore breasts, giving her some relief and feeding on her mother's milk. Her frontside was absent of tattoos, though she had two sleeve tattoos on each arm -- angelic on one side, and her inner devil on the other. He was careful on her sensitive flesh, finally ending above her mons venus --capped off with her fourth queen of spades. Finally, he gave her a hand massage, the four fingers on each hand also marked with a 'BNWO'. She was a testament to the lifestyle, and she was Douglas's ... and yet she was not.