Happily compares

The women immediately obey, pulling their shirts over their heads in a rustle of fabric. Bridgette's were full and natural, swaying with her breath, her tanned skin a stark contrast to the paler flesh of her breasts. Sierra's, though smaller, were perkily upturned, her dark nipples tightened into small, hard buds from the excitement. Then there was Ava, whose physique was a map of her dedication. Her breasts were smaller, compact muscle, but perfectly formed, sitting high on her chest.

"What do you think, Master?" Bridgette asked, a hopeful note in her voice.

"They are all exceptional," you said, your gaze lingering on each of them. "But I think we can do more than just look."

A small smile touched your lips as you gestured for them to come closer. They shuffled forward, their bodies pressing against yours, the heat from their skin seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes.

"Who's ready to serve their Master?" you asked, your voice a low rumble.

Their hands were all over you in an instant. Bridgette's fingers traced the lines of your chest, while Ava's strong hands massaged your shoulders. Sierra, ever the eager one, was already working on the button of your jeans, her eyes locked on the growing bulge beneath.

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