Uh huh... that's what every model I've used has looked like. [She can't go around like, sketching pictures of big bouncing breasts or anything. Not unless she just outright watches porn. Where's Camilla going with this?]
Something in between... [Relm furrows her brow, visibly mulling that over. Lucky for Camilla, she's horny enough for boobs in general that any red flags are smoothed over by the fact that that does sound kind of hot. The brush, especially, it's almost like she's... making her mark on them?
The next suggestion, though, that snaps Relm back to reality and leaves her giving Camilla a wide-eyed look. Drip stuff on them? Like water? Or maybe like that hot candle wax thing she saw one brave trip on the internet...]
So, lemme just get this straight. You want to like... cover your tits in something shiny that draws even more attention to them, while you've got something stuck between them? [She makes a 'hmm' sound, then gives a casual shrug.] Okay, why not. I got some spare brushes on the table right there, give it a shot. And uh, as for the dripping stuff... lotion? Hand soap? [Or maybe a heaping shot of Relm's jizz- no, no, what the fuck is she thinking?]
[No, no, exactly that! Of course, she can't suggest that, it would take a ridiculous amount of obfuscation for no red flags to come up on that. She just needed to evoke the image, though. If she evokes the image, planted the idea in Relm's head about finishing that little jerk-off session on her big sister's tits...]
[She could play the long game.]
I just think it would be fun! [she giggles, shoulders and breasts bouncing with the movement. After that, he'll go for one of the brushes. It's not quite a comparable size but it was something closely associated with Relm herself. That had to be worth something, too. Before returning to her spot, she experimentally rests it between her breasts and squeezes them together. Perfect.]
Baby oil is pretty fun to use for something like that. [Just that hint of experience to taunt Relm with, to make her imagine it,] There's lotion in my room but, well... I wouldn't want to upset the flow of your work. [She settles back down, tits resting on the sheets, idly swirling the paintbrush with a finger as if it were a straw in a drink.]
Maybe... yeah, I think you're right. [It's so not fair that she can jiggle on command like that. It makes Relm's head feel light and her cock want to strain. God, how she wants to grab it and start yanking right now, there's a huge pair of luscious breasts right there, she could hit them from here with her cum...
But she can't. It's her sister. Camilla would never forgive her.]
Oh.
[But what if she never knows?]
I don't have any baby oil or anything... [The mental image of them glistening and slippery makes the idea she's getting all the more enticing. Relm does have a bottle of hand lotion in her nightstand, she uses it for exactly what Camilla walked in on her doing, but she doesn't mention it.]
I um... I've got an idea. But you have to close your eyes while I put it on you. It's, uh, a special formula of mixed up lotion and stuff, and I don't want you memorizing how I make it and selling it behind my back.
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Something in between... [Relm furrows her brow, visibly mulling that over. Lucky for Camilla, she's horny enough for boobs in general that any red flags are smoothed over by the fact that that does sound kind of hot. The brush, especially, it's almost like she's... making her mark on them?
The next suggestion, though, that snaps Relm back to reality and leaves her giving Camilla a wide-eyed look. Drip stuff on them? Like water? Or maybe like that hot candle wax thing she saw one brave trip on the internet...]
So, lemme just get this straight. You want to like... cover your tits in something shiny that draws even more attention to them, while you've got something stuck between them? [She makes a 'hmm' sound, then gives a casual shrug.] Okay, why not. I got some spare brushes on the table right there, give it a shot. And uh, as for the dripping stuff... lotion? Hand soap? [Or maybe a heaping shot of Relm's jizz- no, no, what the fuck is she thinking?]
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[She could play the long game.]
I just think it would be fun! [she giggles, shoulders and breasts bouncing with the movement. After that, he'll go for one of the brushes. It's not quite a comparable size but it was something closely associated with Relm herself. That had to be worth something, too. Before returning to her spot, she experimentally rests it between her breasts and squeezes them together. Perfect.]
Baby oil is pretty fun to use for something like that. [Just that hint of experience to taunt Relm with, to make her imagine it,] There's lotion in my room but, well... I wouldn't want to upset the flow of your work. [She settles back down, tits resting on the sheets, idly swirling the paintbrush with a finger as if it were a straw in a drink.]
If only there were something more convenient...
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But she can't. It's her sister. Camilla would never forgive her.]
Oh.
[But what if she never knows?]
I don't have any baby oil or anything... [The mental image of them glistening and slippery makes the idea she's getting all the more enticing. Relm does have a bottle of hand lotion in her nightstand, she uses it for exactly what Camilla walked in on her doing, but she doesn't mention it.]
I um... I've got an idea. But you have to close your eyes while I put it on you. It's, uh, a special formula of mixed up lotion and stuff, and I don't want you memorizing how I make it and selling it behind my back.