Agneis' shoulders were small, delicate things. They were really tiny, smooth, and almost fragile under my hands. When my palms glided over them while I massaged her, I could feel every subtle ridge of bone beneath that thin layer of warm, velvety flesh. It wasn't the kind of softness someone trains for or sculpts in a gym. It was the kind of softness that comes naturally, the kind that makes you slow down without even realizing it, afraid that too much pressure would make her flinch or break. But she didn't. She just melted under my touch.
"Mm… it's so good~…" she breathed out, her voice dissolving into a sigh that floated lazily with the steam. A smile curled gently at her lips as she let herself sink deeper into the pleasure of the moment. She lifted her feet up, resting them on the far edge of the tub while her back leaned against the opposite side, letting the warm water rise and swallow most of her body.
