Panting, Chikane laid a hand on Himeko’s wrist, effectively stopping her from advancing, “let’s take this s-slow.”
Hurt and disappointment flashed through those eyes, Chikane cupped the shy chin, “Don’t think you’re not desirable, this,” she gestured at her fully erected length, “is hard for you, it throbs for you. She didn’t care about the torso, it was the pulsing cock pointing at her that caught her attention. The towel dropped, Chikane didn’t mind and kept her arms wrapped around Himeko’s waist, and felt the stirring in her loins. She smiled brightly, the maid was still working, she stood from a distance so she couldn’t hear because of the boiling, bursting water. A gentle tongue prodded at her lips, slowly opening them; Himeko widened and battled Chikane, their saliva mixing. She braced herself, looking straight into dazed, dark eyes that expressed everything so clearly, the warmth, the understanding; the lust (she subconsciously shivered in anticipation) and the promise of more.
