Then, Nexus spread out his palms over them, and massaged her boobs properly in long squeezes, incorporating her entire flesh, and consolidating his hold on her.
The matriarch's body was incredibly soft. She had not been touched in over a decade. So, Nexus' smooth hands traversed her delicateness, igniting tiny hormonal sparks in her body and brain, sending her into mini shocks, and bringing her back- again and again.
As he massaged both boob and nipple, she began to writhe. Her legs kicked and slid on the bed like she was drowning in a tide of wanton pleasure. Erotic delight gripped her mind, and sexual organs with a tyrannical hand.
Mrs. Russell was being satisfied on two different planes. Her physcial body was aflame with every single one of Nexus' touches. And her psychic form was being taken care off by Nexus' counter qi. And she did not know.
