Freya soft hands moved forward finally touching his broad chest, rousing him from his earlier daze. Subconsciously his jaws clenched in nervousness.
Then, Her two hands moved across his wide chest with a delicate, almost magical movement — properly feeling it while at the same time also applying the soap over it. Her fingers tracing every contour of his chest muscles as though memorizing every line and curve of his chest.
Her every deliberate touch making a shiver run down his spine.
Black too panned his quivering golden gaze towards Freya. More specifically looking at the valley hidden between her two large bosoms.
After a while as Freya leaned forward, her crimson-red eyes lost in her own world — her hands moving over his shoulders, then slowly behind his neck, hence giving him a clear unobstructed upper view of her large boobs.
That glittering ivory skin of her bosoms making his eyes wander.
