Anna stood there, her body barely covered by a white towel that clung tightly to her curves. The fabric pressed against her skin, her cleavage spilling out at the top, pushed up by the pressure of the towel wrapping around her. Her breasts looked soft, full, almost begging to be touched.
Her hourglass figure was nothing short of incredible—perfectly proportioned despite her body looking like she never worked out. She had that kind of figure that you just knew would feel amazing to hold, to press against, skin to skin.
"I-I'm going to wash you up..." she said softly, her voice shaky, a little unsure. "Um... can I call you Darling?"
Darling? The word hit with a surprising sweetness. It rolled off her tongue so naturally, and I couldn't deny it felt good. Real good.
While I was caught up in that thought, the silence must've gotten to her. She shifted nervously, thinking she'd overstepped. "I-I'm sorry. I know I'm only supposed to be your concubine, and I'm getting ahead of myself," she said, bowing her head like she was embarrassed.
"No, it's not that," I told her, my eyes still on the way the towel hugged her body. "It's just... soone calling Darling like that, it's... soothing. It's like hearing sothing I didn't know I needed. So, I was just thinking—are you only going to call that now, or is it forever?"
Her face turned a deeper shade of red as she nervously licked her lips. "I... I'm definitely going to call you that forever," she said in a whisper. Then, she added, her voice a little stronger this ti, "Darling."
A grin tugged at my lips. The way she said it, the way she looked at —it was perfect. "Well, are you going to start now?"
"Oh, y-yes. Um... Well then, Darling. I'll start with your back first."
"Please do..."
I settled onto the stool, my back to her. Behind , the soft sound of liquid being squeezed from a bottle broke the silence—it had to be soap. Then, after a brief pause...
"...Sorry to keep you waiting. I'll begin now."
But instead of feeling her hands on my back like I expected, they slipped around my sides. Huh? She was supposed to wash my back, right? Before I could question it further, I felt her press against , her full breasts squishing against my back as she hugged from behind, applying just enough pressure to make her intent clear.
She was using her tits to wash . I could feel her nipples, firm and brushing against my skin, rubbing as her soft breasts slid up and down my back. Anna moved like this was completely natural, like pressing her bare breasts against was part of her plan all along.
"Your back is so rough..." she whispered, her hot breath grazing my skin, sending a small shiver down my spine. The way her tits felt—so soft, springy, and warm—pressing into , bouncing slightly with each stroke... it was impossible not to notice the way every movent made her nipples dig in just a little more. The sensation was... pleasant.
"Darling, does it feel good?" Her voice was trembling, soft but drenched in anticipation.
"It does," I replied, feeling her breath catch at my response.
The mont I said it, her movents changed. She was no longer just sliding her breasts up and down against my back in a rhythmic motion. Now, she was moving them with purpose, swirling them in teasing patterns, pressing harder in certain areas, then lightly grazing others.
The sensation was maddening—her soft breasts kneading into , her nipples stiff against my skin, leaving a trail of soap and heat behind with every stroke.
"My body's getting hotter…" she mumbled, her words barely audible, thick with desire. Her breath was warm against my skin, her arousal seeping into the air between us. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her excitent becoming more tangible by the second.
Her breasts, slick with soap, moved even more smoothly, her grip tightening around as she leaned in closer, as if she couldn't help but press into further.
Suddenly, she pulled back and stood up, leaving a brief coldness where her warmth had been.
"The back's covered in bubbles now, so… I think I'll move on to the next one. The next part is…"
Before I could react, she grabbed my arm and pulled it between her legs, boldly straddling it. Her thighs squeezed tightly around my arm, trapping it against her crotch, and I could imdiately feel her heat, the slickness of her arousal soaking through and spreading across my skin.
"W-Well… this might be a little embarrassing," she stamred, her face flushed as she looked down at . But her body betrayed her words—her thighs clenched harder, pressing my arm more firmly into her, as if she couldn't stop herself.
The heat from her slit was intense, burning against my arm. The wetness only made it hotter, and it felt like my skin might ignite from the sheer temperature of her arousal.
"I'm going... to start now..." Her voice was shaky, her breath catching in her throat as she started to move.
She began to rub the foam onto my arm, but her hips were doing more than just spreading soap. She was grinding against , sliding her wet slit back and forth along my arm, her movents slow and deliberate, her breathing growing heavier with each thrust.
"Nnn, aaah, aaah, fuh, aah, aaah... does it feel good?" she gasped.
"Yes, it does," I told her, my eyes locked on the way her body moved, the way her hips rolled and bucked against . Even though it was just supposed to be scrubbing, I could feel every part of her—her soft, wet pubic flesh pressing against my skin, the heat from her excitent burning into .
My gaze drifted down to her body. The curve of her navel, tracing downward to her slightly rounded lower belly, caught my eye. There was sothing undeniably alluring about the softness of her form, her body just a little looser, a little fuller in all the right places. It made her seem more human, more desirable—her imperfections only enhancing her beauty.
"Auh, D-Darling, ah, aaah, aaah... does it feel good?" she moaned again, her voice higher, almost pleading now.
"Yes, it does," I repeated, watching as her face contorted with pleasure, her body trembling with each slow, grinding stroke.
"Ehe… aaah, aah, nnngh, aaah…"
She kept going, her movents becoming more erratic, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lost herself in the mont. Then, finally, she slowed, her hips stilling as she looked at , her eyes wide and full of longing.
"Darling… I feel like kissing you. Is it okay?" she asked, her voice small.
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