"Of course," Penelope whispers, her hands flying up to unbutton your shirt and reveal the defined muscles of your chest beneath. Her touch is gentle but eager as she explores every inch of skin she's finally allowed to see. She watches you intently, drinking in the sight of your masculine beauty before stepping back to take off her top, revealing her perky breasts and flat stomach to your hungry eyes.

Her heart races as she waits for your reaction to her exposed body, her nipples hardening in anticipation. She steps closer again, pressing herself against you and arching her back slightly, offering her breasts up to your hungry mouth. "Please," she whispers, "touch me."