Someone cupped one of her breasts, taking the opportunity to test its shape and firmness as they stained her milky skin with a yellow hand print, a jo...t of undeniably erotic pleasure weaving its way through her body. Another one of the females dipped her finger in the purple paint and circled Lena’s nipple, making a pattern that resembled a blooming flower with petals that trailed across her breast. The woman was decorating the natural contours of her body, likely having no idea of the way that. I followed her in, and she sat on the small sofa on one side of the room and pushed me to the desk chair opposite.After a few moments of just looking at her, I finally found my voice, and as if on cue, I asked, “What did you want to show me.”Meanwhile, she was fingering the crystal on the necklace that hung near her breasts and was using one finger to caress the soft surface of the stone. I was looking at this, and her breasts below as I asked, hoping beyond all hope that she would show me. She finished what she was doing and started to pull her knickers up. She stopped. What was the point? She thought. She pulled them off and tossed them into the laundry basket as she walked out of the bathroom. She met Mike at the bottom of the stairs. “How long before dinner?” Mike asked. “About 15 minutes,” replied Melissa. Mike nodded as they walked into the kitchen together. Melissa grabbed a glass from the shelves and started to pour herself a cold glass of water from the fridge door. Mike. She felt the Queen release her nipples – the hands now flying to the Queen's own breasts, where she proceeded to massage and tweak her sensitive flesh. Her screams of pleasure reverberated off of the walls, traveling up the tower only to, eventually, be reflected back down, creating the illusion of a thousand different women, all growing dangerously near the peak of their pleasure.With a few final thrusts of her exhausted tongue, Asiara felt a flood of her Queen's sweet nectar pour into her.