Lily's face flushed immediately. "Goodness! Goodness! I forgot my husband could actually read my mind!" She chuckled and cleared her throat. "Am... am fine, no worries... it's... ah," she couldn't finish her words when a comfortable moan escaped her mouth.
"How are you feeling now?" Webby inquired, gently massaging her waist with skill.
Lily closed her eyes, enjoying the complimentary massage. "Good... just good," she replied.
Webby smiled in satisfaction and continued his work.
Liam's gaze was lifeless as he observed how Webby pleased Lily. "Why are they all so good at capturing Beauty's attention? Is this the result of their studies?" he pondered. "Seems like I will have to start studying too," he resolved with determination.
Webby cast him a glance but remained silent.
As Webby continued massaging Lily, she let out pleasing moans, which had another effect on him—his hands gently moved from her waist upward toward her breasts, massaging them perfectly.
