"...And then my mother would make me remove that same bra I put on in such a way that I did it in a matter of a second. And would make me repeatedly do the same thing over and over again during our practice sessions we had every day, until I could do it without her feeling anything on her back being taken off." I softly flicked my fingers on Camila's back, like I was trying to show her how I practiced with my mother.
"O-Oh...I-I see." Camila pushed back her hair and waved her hands at her face to cool herself down after hearing just what unutterable things I was doing with my mother. But she also couldn't help but wonder if I would do the same if I were her son, which made her body's temperature grow hotter by the second. "...S-So you used to practice with your mother every day to get so good at removing a girl's underwear."
