So I answered by running a soapy hand on her right arm’s stump, running my fingers gently on the scar, and caressing the nub with the steady hand of someone not grossed out at all. “Mom helped me eat before going but I’ll take a rain check on those amazing cereals. I was nibbling on one of my pillow’s nipples. “You’ll get used to it,” she told me with a wink that almost made me trip on my feet. I sighed. I washed, squeezed, and wrung every square inch of slippery flesh from these massive torpedos. “Undress, myself.”
Again, obvious. When Miya cums it’s like every muscle she doesn’t have tenses along with her, and as the intial wave of pleasure washes over her, she dedicates all of her waning strength to grinding so that I can cum along with her. “You don’t have to… So I answered by running a soapy hand on her right arm’s stump, running my fingers gently on the scar, and caressing the nub with the steady hand of someone not grossed out at all. “Is it OK if I wash you here?” I didn’t have to touch or point, Miya knew where I meant.
