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Chelsea's breasts were a perfect fit for my hands. Her nipples were hard against my palm, pert and needy. Beautiful, like the rest of my woman. I wasn't joking when I told her she should spend the rest of her life like this—naked. A body like hers deserved to be seen and appreciated. Only by the six of us, of course. If anyone else saw her like this, I wouldn't hesitate to stab them in the eyeball.