Madam Estelle's face, nestled between my breasts, felt warm and soft. Her face felt unsuitable for resting against my cleavage.
My hands, slowly stroked Madam Estelle's hair and enjoyed every breath she took that blew across my breasts.
The love and affection I gave for Madam Estelle was a strange feels for her. While it was directed toward women who almost "loved" each other, the closeness she felt... Seems different from a female knight, who serving her new master.
"This feels strange... and feels different from anything I've ever felt before," Madam Estelle murmured as her lips brushed against the skin of my breast.
It felt soft and ticklish, almost making me moan a little when I felt her lips move.
Caress...
Caress...
"Does it feel different than what you usually feel, Madam Estelle?" I asked, while stroking her hair, which was still wet after being washed and rinsed with warm water.
