One of Lelika’s hands stays wrapped around you, whilst the other mirrors yours in roaming your body, eventually reaching out and linking fingers, only to break away in surprise to explore further as she feels the smoothness of her shaven sex, unused to the sensation.<br/>At the mention of the canning your novice jumps up, hurrying out of bed as she does not wish to shame herself by giving the appearance of trying to avoid pain. With her arms across her chest she turns to face you, her naked body poorly illuminated by the shards of light that make it through the window shutter, “I am ready mistress,”