Desires At The Edge Of Paradise

Yurich

I hide the smile I want to display, moving slowly so that her attentive gaze follows every gesture. I take the bottle of liquid soap and pour enough onto the sponge to create bubbles. Not only that, but I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her permission. Lyana bites her lower lip, as she always does, and then she twists her hair into a bun that leaves her neck exposed. The permission I needed.

I touch her soft skin gently, gliding the sponge along her back and returning to her shoulders. In a relaxed movement, she tilts her head back, exposing her full breasts, but her dark gaze carries a spark of challenge. I slide my hands down her bare torso, reaching the edges of her heavy breasts, caressing and gently squeezing, making her squirm.

“I already told you that it’s not a good idea to challenge me,” I pronounce the same phrase against her right earlobe.

She sighs, opening her eyes, and I smile to the side as I let go of the sponge. I caress her heavy breasts, trailing my fingers dow