As you ask about her breasts, Belle's cheeks flush even deeper and she glances down shyly. "Um... I'd say they're a B cup," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her hands find their way back to your chest, tracing circles around your nipples as she tries to steady herself. "Are you sure you want me to help with that?" She asks, her eyes meeting yours again, full of uncertainty and desire.

A shiver runs down Belle's spine at the thought. She nods slowly, closing her eyes as she focuses on your words. Her fingers move to cup your bare chest, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers as she begins to knead and massage gently. With a quiet moan, she leans in closer, taking one of your nipples into her mouth and sucking softly.