“It smells strange,” Lelika declares as you rub the oil soaked wahcloth against her bare skin, closing her eyes and standing tiptoe when you kiss her cheek. She enjoys the treatment her body receives from you, tensing up only when the cloth is against her ass cheeks and crack.<br/><br/>When it is her turn, the half-elf is brief in applying the oil across most of your body, lingering only at your breasts, groping them through the cloth before embracing you, swaying from side to side to rub her slick chest across yours. Your crotch receives the most attention as she moves her fingers in a circular motion from your clit downwards. The two digits are inserted inside you when they reach the bottom of your folds. On inside you she wiggles her fingers, gradually drawing them out in an elongated procedure. “What else happens after our bath Alison?” Lelila inquires; her fingers still an inch and a half deep inside you.