"Ha... Mmm! Ahn!"
In the outskirts of the witch village's forest, Circe's breasts were being fondled relentlessly.
The culprit, of course, was her husband, Karl.
Soft...♥ Squish...♥
"Ughhh...♥"
A man's large hands kneaded her fatty breasts, rolling them lightly in his palms.
Each time, Circe was overwhelmed by a thrilling yet sweet sensation, stronger than masturbation.
'Why do his hands feel so good…?'
His skill at touching her breasts was astonishingly perfect.
He grazed them just enough to feel good, then gripped them firmly when she craved pleasure.
Just touching her breasts made her feel ticklish and euphoric.
Her breasts were helplessly toyed with in his hands, her waist bending on its own.
"Ha... Ha... How long are you going to keep touching…?"
"Do you know how much I wanted to grope your breasts the moment I saw you? Teasing me with that lewd outfit."
"I-I didn't mean to…"
"An outfit that shows off your cleavage and pussy, and you say it's not?"
"Ughhh…"
