Slave Auction

[Ayla Silver]

((That's always good.))

Claudia felt his touch upon her skin, slowly and deliberately wandering upwards towards her breasts. Her hands, which rested on either side of her, gripped the surface of the rock slightly, as her body tensed. She gasped - in surprise or pleasure, or perhaps both - when he pulled on her nipples, toying with them in a casual, shameless way. The actions caused her to lean back towards him, feeling the warmth of his flesh against hers.

She was aware that he was still washing her while his other hand played. Slowly, she realized its destination. A slight moan escaped her lips as a stroke brushed lightly against her pussy, triggering feelings that had already visited not too long ago. "Please," she said, though whether she was begging him to stop or to continue was not entirely clear, even to her.