Leg.

However, a few strokes later, Oz smiled and began to move his leg to brush up against Maria’s. She was sitting right next to Oz, but as he crossed his legs, he could extend it to just the right position. His foot touched up against her knees and then began to move it towards her inner thighs. She closed her legs together, but it was too late. Oz had already moved too far. His foot was near her crotch and he tried to move his toe to rub up against her. Maria let out a moan and soon pressed her hand, taking it away from Oz, against her mouth when she saw that Juan was coming back with the paper in his hands.

Maria was seated rather tightly against the table, her belly got squeezed by it and nothing was visible beneath her dress. Juan put the papers on the table in front of Oz and sat down. He looked at his wife who tried to act normally, but her face was rather red.

“What wrong Maria, hot?” he simply asked and Maria nodded with a slight nudge of her head as Oz dug his toe deeper against her crotch.

Juan was wondering what her problem was, but when he looked at Oz’s usual, calm expression he bid him to continue.