In response to John's admission, Emily's expression shifted between surprise and doubt, her uncertainty evident in her eyes. Yet, what she did next took him completely by surprise. With a small, determined smile, she let go of his cock, gracefully stepping back.
In a moment that held the weight of anticipation and excitement, Emily slid her shirt over her head. The revelation was breathtaking—she wore a black lace bra that cradled her modest-sized breasts. The curve of her cleavage was alluring, and John's cock twitched involuntarily at the sight.
A shyness danced in Emily's eyes as she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, letting it slide off her chest. Her gaze was a mix of uncertainty and hope as she stood there, her breasts bared to him for the first time.
John was in awe of her beauty, his eyes tracing the contours of her breasts, perky and inviting with their cute, rosy nipples. He felt his heart race, and his admiration was unmistakable in his gaze.
"You're... you're so pretty," he managed to say, his voice husky with a mix of desire and genuine appreciation.
Emily blushed, her shyness intensifying as she looked down at herself. "I've always wished they were a little bigger, especially when I see the other massage therapists," she admitted, her voice a whisper.
"They're perfect," John countered, his response swift and sincere. His eyes didn't leave her as he continued to stroke himself, the tension between them growing palpable.
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