Gradually, Leonard Churchill's hand was no longer limited to slight touches, and started to roam.
Sophia Jones's body was not like that of ordinary women, thin and beautiful, but voluptuously well-proportioned, with an exquisite overall tactile feeling.
His right hand just so happened to be embracing her, feeling the silky smoothness like white porcelain wherever he touched.
But his arms were cushioned behind Sophia's head, allowing only his forearm room to move, so he didn't get overly aggressive.
After roaming around for a while, Leonard's hand climbed further, continuing to enjoy the exquisite body.
The atmosphere grew warm and intimate.
...
It was this mild but pleasant atmosphere that made the bathing time feel light-hearted.
A small half hour passed in a blink.
Leonard enjoyed the gentleness to the fullest.
However, suddenly, an ambiguous chuckle came from beside his ear: "How does it feel to the touch?"
The speaker was not Sophia, but the smiling Madam Mister.
