I stroked Setenia's thigh with my left hand over the good-feeling dress and nuzzled her side-hair, enjoying the scent.
Every time I ran my left hand over her thigh the hand we had laced squeezed back, gyu.
At the same time she let out small voices in a glossy tone as she felt it, and that stimulated my excitement and lust.
"Nnun, nn, ahn, do not tease me like that… yaan, nnu, nn…"
"I am not teasing. Touching your body feels good, Setenia."
"Haa… nn, haaun, you fool… ahn, my chest, ya ahn."
I ran my left hand from her thigh to breasts like watermelons and stopped lacing my right, bringing it to her chest too.
When I touched from below as if lifting with both hands, a charming weight and softness came through both hands.
Even over the dress it sank with softness and pushed back with sure spring. It felt so good I could not stop squeezing.
When I put my mouth to her ear and murmured, "Beautiful," Setenia's body twitched and her breathing grew rougher little by little.
