"Adelaide."
The way he uttered her name in that deep, velvety tone, coupled with his warm breath caressing her ear, heightened the intensity of his actions upon her.
"Hah..." she exhaled.
"I want you to touch yourself," he muttered, shocking her.
"...Where?" She panted; it was hard to speak through the pleasure that was accumulating inside of her. "...Why?"
"Since I possess only two hands, I want you to touch your gorgeous breasts on my behalf."
"..."
Throughout her life, she never touched herself unless it was done in a bath for the purpose of cleaning. But such occurrences could be counted on one hand as maids were consistently available to assist noblewomen with their bathing.
"I... I'm not sure," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with a deepening sense of embarrassment.
"Simply follow my lead," he suggested in a sultry tone. "Have faith in me."