'We'll get out of here, and I'll introduce you to my beauties just like I promised them- is what I said, but…'
In a six-meter wide bathtub that was tall as their waists, Davis held Yilla Zyrus from the side, one hand holding her waist while the other grasping her breast.
"Yilla… looking at you again… I didn't think you were this beautiful…"
He held her sumptuous left bosom and pressed, lifting as though weighing it with his palm, sometimes pulling and groping a lot as he watched her upturned tits grow stiff for him.
"Mh~"
Yilla Zyrus bit her lips, feeling his actions reverberate across her body while the steam water also experienced ripples across the bathtub as he played with her.
She couldn't believe what was happening right now. Because they were both stinking, she offered to clean him up in the bathroom, which he accepted, but as soon as she got to his member, it started acting up despite his gruesome injuries.
