Her voice was soft and curious, a stark contrast to the raw filth they'd just indulged in.
He poked her nose with his finger playfully, making her lips purse in surprise, before wrapping the cloth around her waist, his hands lingering on her hips, fingers brushing the lace bikini underneath.
He leaned down, lifting her feet one by one to slide on the accompanying socks, the soft material hugging her calves, his face so close to her crotch that she could feel his breath on her exposed pussy through the hollow, making her shiver.
'This side of him... caring like this, it's strange but... warm,' she thought, eyes widening as he tended to her with unexpected gentleness.
Slowly, he stood, his hands rubbing over the dress she now wore, tracing her waist, then up to her boobs, pressing them from underneath to accentuate her cleavage, the kimono's neckline dipping low to show off the black lace framing her tits, milk still beading at her nipples from the earlier torment.
