Despite being not a close combat professional, Seven Brown's waist was strong, flexible, and smooth.
It's always been familiar under her leather jacket.
Going a bit higher, he touched a thin layer of cotton sports underwear.
He then touched that constrained bump as well.
As he touched her soft flesh, Seven Brown's expression became a bit weird, she wanted to say something about his audacity to actually try it…
But she remained silent.
She had already let him give it a try.
So just let him do whatever he likes.
It's just a little unusual for her.
After all, no one had ever dared do this before.
The steam motorcycle was still speeding along the dark highway.
As Leonard Churchill touched the delicate skin, a strange experience rushed through his mind.
He could clearly feel his rationality observing and other thoughts enjoying this pleasant touch.
It was a smooth yet complex inner fluctuation.
He too was enjoying this delicate state.
