Full body massages were usually conducted without clothing in the way, and I pressed my lips together, trying to find a tactful way to tell Donna what to do. However, she undressed without any hesitation or instruction at all. Deftly, she unbuttoned her pajama top, letting it slide off her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra, and I could see how her n*****s began to peak and stiffen upon being exposed to the cool air. Her hands went to the waistband of her pajama shorts, and she pushed them down over the curve of her hips, letting them drop to the floor before she stepped out of it.
“I’m ready, Logan,” Donna called, lying down on her front. My pulse was racing as I approached her, standing by the side of the bed. My eyes ran down the line of her back and lingered on the curve of her ass.
