I swallowed hard, truly unsure why I had come over here.
"No," I cleared my throat, my eyes greedily taking in Lydia's perfect frame. A fine sheen of sweat rested on Lydia's brow, neck, and her arms.
I had the sudden, intense urge to drag my tongue over the small trails of sweat that ran down Lydia's body. I blinked, and instead, jerked my chin toward the staff. "You seem really comfortable with that."
"Well, I had plenty of practice back before you knew I leran a lot of things," Lydia rolled her eyes.
She brought it up and rested it on her shoulders with her hands holding on to it. The move pushed Lydia's breasts out. I had a hard time keeping my eyes from the mounds I had worshipped before. My eyes locked in on a trail of sweat sliding down from her neck and disappearing into her cleavage.
