"Why is she licking her armpits?" Amy complained, her voice tinged with confusion and embarrassment. In the video, her mother leaned into Sia's armpit, her tongue trailing along the smooth, hairless skin. Sia's armpits were pristine, a delicate expanse of skin that seemed even softer and more sensitive than the rest of her body. Sia closed her eyes and bit her lips, trying to suppress her moans as she turned her face away from Venice, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.
Venice seemed to take her time, savoring the act. She licked the tender skin with slow, deliberate strokes, her tongue gliding along the curve of Sia's armpit. There was no trace of disgust in her expression; instead, her eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and pleasure. She even sucked gently on the soft flesh, drawing out small, helpless whimpers from Sia.
