Silence is tormenting.
Right after waking up from a night of frenzy, it was the same. To think there was an awkward air flowing between the two women who had been amicably burying their heads in my crotch until the day before.
Especially, Emma’s change in attitude was dramatic.
“Ah, um, I…”
Was it because the memories of last night resurfaced?
Emma, who had returned to her usual innocent country girl self, had her complexion changing moment by moment.
At first, she wore a flustered expression.
Soon, embarrassment, despair, and finally, bowing her head deeply with a face heated to the utmost.
The two palms covering her face were representing the woman’s feelings.
“What do I do…”
I silently stroked Emma’s back. It was to convey comfort in my own way.
Also, I wanted to feel the soft texture of her skin more.
Having fallen asleep exhausted from last night, Emma wasn’t wearing a single thread. That point was stimulating my lewd thoughts, but if I touched her again, I didn’t know what kind of sight I’d face.
So, I had no choice but to stay still.
There was no need to awaken the ‘true nature’ sleeping inside Emma. Or, if I reenacted last night’s acts, Emma’s heart might break.
Either way, it wasn’t a good outcome.
Instead, I said with sincerity.
“It’s okay, I liked it.”
Yet, Emma only bowed her head…