“Well, i for one, am certainly glad that this cute lil’ birdie got free.” Britani said softly, her eyes briefly flicking up to the blonde looming over her before returning to B’s sky blue gaze. “You got a picture for me, love? And which part of you do i have the honour of calling my canvas?” She smirked, swirling her fingers against her client’s arm for one final time.
Beth couldn’t stop the blush that covered her cheeks as Brit continued to trail her fingers along Beth’s skin. The contact making small goosebumps rise on her skin, shivers running down her spine. “Oh, uh, yeah, it’s in my back pocket, hang on...” Beth commented, wriggling in her seat as she shifted pulling the paper from its resting place, not noticing the other women reacting.
















