The Paru's tongue stroked Liz's erect nipple for a moment, causing her to moan.
He pulled back, taking a moment to admire her beautiful body.
Each curve, each line, and each muscle fiber had been trained beautifully and diligently, again and again.
Her perky breasts stood upright and proud, covered by very little fat. The same was true for her midsection and her impressive abdominal muscles, which contracted each time that he made her quiver or moan.
Liz breathed heavily, her arms pinned to the ground, waiting for the Paru's next move, for his touch.
The Paru's hands slowly moved up her arms without decreasing the downward pressure exerted on them.
His right hand moved to her waist, his index finger moving up and down, to the right and to the left, alongside the lines of her nicely carved and toned abdominals.
His left hand stroked its way down from her shoulder to her breast.
'What… Are we doing?'
