[ the little and brief she could touch him is enough when he hums at the touch of her hands on his rear and up his back with dedication, coupled with his lips ardent to to play with her breasts, changing affection, curving into a grin when she's moaning. when she offers some more, his mouth opens widely over her areola as his tongue laps repeatedly on a nipple, which causes him to taste some of the soaped mix of the bath bomb. pulling away for a moment, jokingly — ]
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Like flowers, hmmmm~
[ judging by his fake face, it tasted weird. ]