Touching Zoe (18+)

With a casual air, I shifted slightly in my seat, my hand moving ever so subtly towards Zoe's thighs.

As my hand continued to move to the smooth contours of Zoe's thigh, I kept a cautious eye on Aaron, my gaze darting to the corner of my vision to ensure that he remained oblivious to our intimate contact.

His attention seemed to be fixed on the world outside the chariot, the passing scenery drawing his focus as he gazed out the window, his mind seemingly lost in thought.

Yet, I remained cautious, my movements deliberate and controlled as I continued to move my hands closer.

As my fingers danced across the surface of Zoe's leather armor, the tips of my fingers gently probing the supple material, I held my breath in anticipation of her response.

At first, she remained unmoving, her face impassive as her gaze remained fixed on the window, the passing landscape providing a distraction from our intimate game.