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Chapter 22 by Caelum83 Caelum83

Does Erga clean herself or does she get help?

The situation is heating up.

Mila brough Erga to one of the stone seats that was her personal favorite. As she tried to softly lower the silver haired girl into the seat, Erga’s nipples rubbed her chest and she noticed how rock hard they were. She looked up at Erga and saw the girl quickly looked away with a red head that would make a tomato jealous. Mila smiled and teased Erga by saying “Gotta be careful with those, they could cut glass.” If Erga’s face could get any redder, it would and Mila felt the heat of shame radiating from her face.

Then Mila did something that left them both stunned for a moment. Enjoying Erga’s cute reaction on her teasing, she automatically gave the other girl a small peck on her warm cheek, only realising what she did after she did it. They both froze for a second and then quickly looked each other in the eyes, before quickly looking away. “I..I...uhum...I…” was the only thing Mila could get out of the mouth and Erga’s breath was taken away as she looked forwards in a light shock.

Mila just continued to seat her tribe mate in the “chair”, that was a bit higher than the rest, making the water only half submerge Erga’s legs. Erga laid back against the inclined stone behind her and enjoyed the cool surface, helping her get down from her recent “feverish” warmth. Then she heard a splash and looked towards the water surface where a few moments later Mila resurfaced. The ground here was shallow enough to let her stand, the water reaching just below her breasts. She threw her head back, making her long black hair fly over her head and slap against her back.

As she made her way back wading to Erga, she mumbled “Phew, really needed that…” Mila’s wading towards Erga made the water ripple and the waves crashed against Erga’s half submerged pussy, softly washing away little bits of cum. Mila stopped in front of Erga, the latter feeling her temperature rise again and wouldn’t be surprised if her head had turned strawberry again and closed her legs.

Mila put her hands on Erga’s knees and wanted to say something and opened her mouth, but as she looked Erga in her eyes, words somehow didn’t come. She looked to Erga’s knees, regained her thoughts and tried again, but as she opened her mouth, her eyes moved back up into Erga’s bashful face and words just stuck in her throat.

Will Mila be able to express herself?

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