Yeah, why don't you like them, I tremble to ask. Since high school, I've had body insecurities. That, however, is a tale for another time.
He quickly shook his head, "No, no, no." "They are f*****g perfect."
"Really?I whimpered.
He says incredulously as he watches them all, "Really?" My skin tingled at the touch of his fingertips delicately tracing them, and my eyes went wide. "They're so perfect that I just wanna swirl my tongue around the outlining of them all."
He circles the one on my hip bone, "How many do you have?" he asks.
I said, "You can count them another time," and moved away from him.
"How the f**k are you possible," he murmurs to himself as his eyes scan my body lustfully, his lips lick, and he painstakingly examines every detail of my skin.
I grab his hand while blush
