Momohime keeps slowly 'floating' down in the spiralling tunnel where pale male hands reach out to touch her. When she moves to cover herself it does not stop hands caresses. man of the caresses travel over her hands which cover her being and several travel from ankle up to her firm round buttocks. But over time the hands grew more bolder, moving from feather light touches to brushes and more hungier caresses. Soon several hands took gentle but firm hold on her legs, stopping her fall. Pair of hands held her by waist and pair of hands held on her shoulder. The free hands massaged her muscles where she was not covering herself, hands which held her thighs groped them gently and hands rubbed on her back, neck and shoulders. One hand reached out and drawed line with it's finger tip around her full lips, tracing finger along curves of her face. Several hands caressed Momohime's hands, tracing fingers over her hands but none tried grab and pry her body open and exposed.