"Master, that was a nice bath," Medusa purred, stretching lazily as they stepped out of the bathroom together.
The door clicked shut behind them and the wisps of steam drifted out through the open window, curling into the cool outside air.
Nobody would mind a little bit of steam right?
Medusa deliberately let her towel sit low, exposing the tantalizing curve of her breasts.
This was a battle, and Medusa was determined to leave an unforgettable mark on her Master.
Among all the women in his life currently, she prided herself on having the most generous bust and she intended to ensure he wouldn't forget it.
If he ever wanted to press some breasts, her's was waiting just for him.
"Yes it was," Azel replied, mirroring her stretch.
His muscles flexed effortlessly.
Medusa had washed him as thoroughly and he had done the same with her.
Now they were both ready to get dirty again.
