The Story of the Girls Who Came From Slime Massage

The tatsushi who massaged Claris for a while said.

"Now, lie down on your back.

"Ah, um..."

"Hmm? Ah, my stomach's getting a little cold? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, a lot of women get cold after massaging in this outfit for a while.

That being said, the tattoo handed over a large towel.

"Here, put this on."

"Thank you."

Clarisse lay on her back and immediately hung a large towel on her lower abdomen.

It was also well concealed that the crotch area was wet to an unusual extent.

"Now, let's massage your ankles.

Yeah.

"Ah, your hands have to get cold, so please put it in the towel.

Clarice puts her hands on the towel inside.

Then the tiger starts massaging Clarice's ankle and surroundings.

(I don't know what to do, my body's throbbing won't stop....)

While being massaged by a tiger, Clarice was desperate to withstand the burning and helpless throbbing of her body.

It feels strange when I left the bathboat just now, and it feels unbearable.

And somehow I know how to solve it...

(No, I won't let that happen!

Touching your cock makes it easier.

But if they find out that they're doing that, they'll soon hate themselves and be sayonara.

Such a conflict passed over her head many times.

"Nh...."

A wave of pleasure rushes into her body from nowhere, twitching her body.

Are you okay?

"Yeah, yeah. Nothing.

The tiger is pretending to be worried about the wind, but inside, it's the exact opposite.

I'm looking forward to what Clarisse will do after this.

After a while, Clarice finally moved her hands slightly in the towel, as her body became too sore to bear.

Then, your fingertips go up to your groin, slightly relaxing.

"Ah ♡"

Hmm?

It just tickled a little.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Now the tatsushi is gently rubbing their calves, and it is not a place that makes them tickle at all.

But Clarice doesn't seem to have gone that far anymore.

It's slow in the towel, but it's obviously touching the secret.

By the way, the tiger has been aiming for this from the beginning.

Clarice thinks she won't be able to see it in the towel, but of course a tiny slime is diving in and using light magic to shoot well.

If you send that video well into the tiger's brain using sensory sharing, it looks like the towel is clear from the tiger.

(Wow! Clarice is masturbating in front of me on her own!

Clarisse's hand gradually grew faster and started rubbing his clitoris with his middle finger.

Her face turned bright red and she obviously breathed more, but she never opened her mouth.

"Yeah? What's wrong? My hips are kinda twitching."

"Ah... nothing. I just want to change my attitude...."

"Oh, I see. Okay, well, I guess it's time to move on to the next massage.

"Yes."

Clarisse is rubbing hard to put up with such a conversation.

(It's time to cum again....)

"Alright! Can you get up and crawl on all fours?

That being said, the tiger took off the towel.