Mia's palms crawled around my chest.
and her fingertips grazed the sides of my ribcage.
The movement is like an oval shape, as though Mia was trying to find out the shape of my bones.
She was being really slow and gentle.
trying to be as tender and loving as possible.
It's like she was caressing me with her soapy palms rather than washing me.
"How's that?" She asked.
"Good, really good," I sighed.
"You like that, huh?" Mia giggled.
"I love it," I whispered.
"Mmmm... that's good, Otis," she replied, and her fingers began to dance across my nipples.
"Aah," I sighed, enjoying the sensation.
Her hands were soapy and slippery, and they glided over my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.
She held it in her palm and turned it this way and the other, where the skin changed from white to pink.
At this point, the Lamia had both hands on my chest.
