The moment the man’s fingers brush over their nipples, Monty keens, back arching just a little, their body seeking more of that touch.

“That feels…good,” they admit, watching the way Justin’s hands cover each inch of them, how their breasts fit perfectly into the man’s palms. When he squeezes just so, Monty has to bite back their gasp of satisfaction.

“…harder,” they find themselves saying, revealing little by little exactly what kind of way they preferred to be treated.