The oil pooled in the valley of her cleavage before trickling over the soft slopes, warm and slick.
Her hands twitched. Her thighs pressed together. But she didn't stop him.
Rae tilted his head like an art critic admiring a masterpiece.
His eyes followed the glistening trail like a hypnotized pervert at an oil wrestling match.
"Hmm… Rae think dhis area needs good massage."
He muttered, rubbing his chin like a wise old sage.
"Bor health reashons. Nibble heldh bery impordant."
She made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a muffled scream. It sounded illegal.
One of her eyes peeked out from behind her fingers… then immediately shut again as if she just witnessed a holy sin.
'He he he. Look at her. Time to turn this up a notch.'
"Madame..."
Rae said with the tone of a butler who was about to do something wildly inappropriate.
"Rae request permission to remove loincloth. For bedder movemend. It soaked now. Discomfort is bad bor… performance."
