But he wasn't finished.
One hand moved lower, skimming over the gentle curve of her belly, down to the symmetrically shaped pussy between her thighs.
He leaned his head down right at the distance to smell her arousal scent. He then parted the delicate outer folds with careful fingers.
As soon as he saw the thin flushed entrance, he sucked in a cold breath.
"You're already so wet for me. Look at how shiny you are, Millia. Your little pussy is wet, opening up just from my touch. The lips are so puffy and pink inside, like they're begging to be kissed too."
"Ahnn~," Millia whimpered.
Her thighs quivered as she tried to close them, but his hand stayed gentle between them, not forcing, just resting there, letting her feel every word.
"Stop… please, it's embarrassing when you look so closely and say those things."
"Oh really?"
