Sam placed his hands on Celeste's forehead.
He was massaging earnestly, but Celeste began to make strange sounds.
"Mmm~~~~"
"Yes~~~"
"Right there~~~"
"Sam, that's great~~~"
"Ah~~~ So comfortable~~~"
"..."
Sam double-checked to make sure this was indeed a massage, right?
His hands never ventured beyond her shoulders, treating the area around her breasts as if it were a no-go zone, a boundary of reverence not to be crossed.
Yet the mature woman reclining on the sofa was making such noises, deliberately using a voice that sounded so peculiar... as if Sam was engaging in some odd activity.
Celeste was definitely doing this on purpose!
Even though he knew it was intentional, the strange sounds made Sam's throat feel dry. It was a good thing the back of the sofa was there to shield him; otherwise, his arousal might have been embarrassingly obvious to Celeste.
