{Music Recommendation: Knocking on Heaven's Door ~ Raign}
Mila hadn't realized her response until it left her lips, and she blushed, turning her face away from Zyran's cocky smile.
"There, there, Topolino." He pushed her breast up and squeezed gently.
Mila moved her head back, her toes digging into the white wet tiles.
"Pleasure has no enemy. You can hate me, but not what my fingers can do," Zyran smirked, seeing how she tried to deny it with everything in her. She was biting her lower lip so hard.
"You must hate me so bad," Zyran grinned, dropping his hand to her side. He let her catch her breath, and once she was fully relaxed—
Mila opened her eyes, her grey twinkling eyes following Zyran's expression closely.
He moved his hand back up, this time massaging her shoulder and washing her stomach, anything but her breasts. Finally, when he did reach for her breasts, he circled around, not touching her very sensitive nipples.