<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bathing in a stream<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: bathing, nude<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br/><br/>"Ahhh, thank you, that's the spot...I love scratching it with a good long stick of what have you, or rubbing it up against a thick tree shaft. The mid back just gets so sweaty at times, like when working in the orchard in a shirt that doesn't breathe, or when sunbathing topless with my back to the sky...ahhhhh oh that's a good scratch'n'scrub, I-"<br/><br/>Lise was instinctively pushing back against the back scrub, to rub her flesh against the scrubbing soap he held. This also had the effect of causing her ass cheek to press back more distinctively against the underwater member of the wolfman behind her. And then Lise gasped suddenly, apparently finally aware..."Oh! I thought I felt a rock or something just under the water. I didn't remember one being in this spot, but, the size and hardness seemed too great to be anything else, like-"<br/><br/>She reached behind herself, and experimentally tapped a few fingertips against the bulbous head and the thick shaft just under the water. Then her fingers began to encircle, until her palm was flush to the top of the shaft just behind the head, and her thumb wrapped around one side, and the other fingers the other. As if still unsure what she was feeling, Lise moved her hand back and forth a bit, feeling around, in what was incidentally a stroking-like rhythm.<br/><br/>"Oh my." Her cheeks began to pinken. "That's...that's not a rock, is it? Well, perhaps it is a metaphorical one..." Under the water, the head of the organ was still nudging her ass cheek, and when Lise shifted position a bit, it nestled into the deep round cleft between the cheeks, like an oversized sausage being rested upon a hot dog bun.<br/><br/>"Geez, it's so engorged it almost seems like it could be painful, to say nothing of the fact that I can't imagine how you'd be able to fit back into your clothes in that state after we bathed. Listen, I normally wouldn't offer this sort of thing, but...you did just save my life and all I guess ya helped with my professional duties to weed the orchard, to boot...so, if ya need, maybe I could help you relieve some pressure? If this is helping, I mean..."<br/><br/>She was continuing to stroke, and to press her ass cheeks back against him, causing them to splay wider around the member in question. Due to the height difference, her closeness meant that when she tilted her head back a bit and tossed her hair to one side, he now had a view of her bared breasts down over the front of her shoulders. "I know visuals are important for men, so....I sure hope I help in that regard. Is there anything particular I should to do...help you out...or should I try some things and see what goes down well?"