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Gazing at that mysterious territory deep between her legs, I could no longer hold back and gently touched it with my finger.

"Ah!"

Even that brief touch made Suzan's body tense up, and she subsequently glared at me fiercely, her face both angry and shy.

I rubbed my fingers and faintly felt some moisture.

I had guessed right, she was already thoroughly wet below, her panties soaked.

I smiled mischievously, "It's nothing, just a normal relaxing massage, why so tense?"

"You're spouting nonsense, what massage involves touching there? You're clearly … just taking advantage of me."

Suzan's face was flushed with annoyance.

"We've already done that sort of thing anyway, what's wrong with a touch now? Besides, didn't you enjoy it just now?"

I spoke boldly, reaching out and grabbing her peach, beginning to greedily knead it.

Suzan yelled in a mix of shock and shyness, her face a painting of embarrassment and anger.

The more she reacted this way, the more smug I became.