Kira slid her hand over Hope’s thigh and her fingertips continued the motion all the way over between the well spanked young lady’s legs until the warrior was cupping Hope’s wet mound. Hope let out a little gasp and held her breath, tempted to squirm, but loathe to rub her bottom any harder against Kira’s thighs.
She was being touched very intimately, but it almost didn’t feel sexual, strangely. It felt comforting to have the warrior hold her there, possessively cupping her sex in a way which stimulated Hope gently with the warmth of the warrior’s hand.
“Hmm? Was it so bad?”