To avoid being caught by her husband, Mrs. Miura hid in the bathroom with Roland. The two genitals joined together, then slipped into the bathtub for a romantic bath.
Thanks to the Massage Technique, even maintaining their joined position without moving provided Mrs. Miura with pleasure comparable to what others would get from vigorous thrusting.
In other words, Mrs. Miura was being thoroughly pampered, and she couldn't help but moan softly.
It was simply too good—so good that not moving at all would feel almost stifling.
How could she let that happen?
Faced with such a divine cock that was blessed to her from heavens, how could she allow herself to suffer? Surely a little wriggling would only make it feel even better?
Right? A little wriggling wouldn't hurt anything. It would be a waste not to move a bit with something so pleasurable. She had to move!
