Chapter 15 Nice fingers and a smut touch.

Roses, that’s the scent of their hands. Mariama liked the scent of masculinity, but roses aren’t anything masculine, yet, she yearned more for that scent, forgetting she wanted to smell masculinity on them. Ushered into the pool by those hands, Mariama relaxed and left her body in their care. The first man was the fellow for the wonders of bathing her like a queen in the pool, while the other fellow prepared the lounge She knew there will be no time for her to settle for massage, but she enjoyed watching the fellow get his tools ready. The first man began his job, washing her gently, and making her bite my lips as his hands went around, tickling her as he washed off three years of not knowing her place off from her body. She relaxed on his arms as he held her to himself to wash her back. she took a deep breath, he was smelling nice, and if she doesn’t stop, she was sure his physique, his scent, and his touch can get her twice as horny as she has ever been. “Look what we have here.”