"Cheers," he said as he took a long sip of his own drink, set it aside and pulled her legs into his lap to massage her feet. "Who wants to watch a blood movie when we could be doing something much more productive and invigorating." He lifted one leg up and pressed his thumbs into the bottom of her foot, massaging it in firm, small circles. "Have I ever said how elegant your legs are? Preferably when they're wrapped around my waist, but they're very nice either way."
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