"You must learn proper grips and adjust them according to the situation."
The Queen nodded.
When Reinhardt displayed the effectiveness of the grip, his arm pressed against the side of her breast.
The bodysuit provided no padding. The soft flesh of her breast compressed against his muscular bicep.
A sharp, pleasurable friction.
When he taught her the basic forward thrust, Reinhardt stood behind her again. He guided her arm.
His body pressed against her back. His hips aligned with hers.
The thick thing she had felt present between his pants a couple of days ago was present again. Now it was more pronounced, pressing firmly into the heart-shaped curve of her ass.
The flexible fabric of her bodysuit transmitted the shape, the heat, the pressure of him perfectly.
"Power does not simply come from your upper body, but from your entire core."
Reinhardt's words woke her up.
The Queen focused on learning the way of the sword.
