Ashley hums softly, a comforting melody that fills the space as she carefully stacks women’s magazines into boxes, the glossy covers reflecting the light pouring in from the open windows. Her touch was gentle yet firm as she scrubbed, her fingers trailing paths of cleanliness across his torso. The motion made her tits sway gently in their cups of her bikini, her nipples visibly hard under the thin material. “Thank me by getting better, by living again,” she replied, her smile a promise of brighter days ahead. The vibrant energy that usually surrounded her seemed out of place in this tomb of lost hope. She pressed her ear to the cool wood, straining for any hint of movement inside. As they work, the dynamic of the group is palpable. This time when she took his cock and balls into her small hands, he took notice! She peeled off her bikini top, revealing her C cup breasts that were perky and cone shaped with a small lift, what some have described as ski slope titties, her nipples, surrounded
