Sanchez looked with wide eyes at the scene playing before him.
Just some ten steps away, on the floor, Kiba has his back against the wall. On his lap, Graciana was sitting, her breasts bare.
Just a moment ago she felt the linen around her chest disappearing. She was sure it wasn't some ability, but rather the magic of his hands. It was like his fingers have mastered the art of removing clothes with least possible efforts.
Kiba cupped her wonderfully soft breasts, and rubbed his thumbs over the chocolatey-brown circles around her nipples. Not a single bump on her areola passed his expert scrutiny.
Whether it was texture, the softness, the firmness, or everything else, her tits were perfect.
"Do you want to entice me with these milky buns?" Kiba asked.
Graciana was too stunned to answer. Everything so far has been beyond her expectations; not at all how she expected the events to unfold.
