CHAPTER 38: KEK

Liend swallowed hard, his fingers moving slowly—carefully sliding the straps off Kiana’s shoulders. He didn’t let them graze her skin, even as every part of him screamed to touch.

"Alright..." he murmured under his breath.

The bra—tight just moments ago—now shifted, pushed outward by the fullness of her chest. It began to slip down, gravity doing the rest. Liend watched, eyes wide, fighting to hold himself back.

"Faster, Liend," Kiana whispered, voice soft but commanding.

She extended her arms, helping him along, and he pulled the garment through—hands trembling slightly. A faint scent—hers—rose from the fabric, stirring something deeper inside him as he let it fall gently to the side.

Now she stood fully bare before him.

Her breasts, heavy and flushed, swayed gently with each breath. Her skin glowed, her areolas tinted pink, her nipples slightly raised—soft, full, unhidden.

Liend’s breath hitched. One hand reached instinctively, slowly lifting—just trying to feel, even a little.

But Kiana stopped him.

Her fingers closed around his wrist—firm, but gentle.

"The bottom," she said with a smirk, her lips curling as she met his desperate gaze.

"It’s still on."

Below her, between her thighs, the last piece remained—the torn fabric of her panties, clinging stubbornly to her skin. Though stretched and frayed, it was still there, the final barrier.

Kiana slowly pointed down toward it.

"That too..." she mouthed, her voice nearly a breath.

Liend looked toward her, eyes burning with need—but he held back, waiting, breath heavy.

"Don’t worry," Kiana whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"You’ll get it all," she said with a smile.

"But first..."

She gently nudged him downward.

"Kneel."

Liend obeyed, lowering himself in front of her. Kiana stood tall, and as he knelt, she let his fingers glide slowly over the remaining strip of fabric.

He reached for the waistband, hands shaking slightly. Tucking a finger beneath it, he looked up once more, as Kiana exhaled softly—expecting.

"Go on," she whispered.

Liend nodded.

"Alright..."

His fingers moved gently, carefully pulling the panties down. The soft fabric peeled away, gliding over her skin. Thin, slick threads clung between her thighs and the cloth—wet with her need—stretching slightly before breaking, glistening in the dim light.

He kept pulling, slow and deliberate, revealing her inch by inch.

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Kiana exhaled softly, her breath low and steady, as Liend gently guided her legs apart—careful, reverent. He slid the panties down, past her thighs, then lower... until they slipped free beneath her feet. He set them aside.

"Now," Kiana whispered.

Liend slowly lifted his gaze—face rising—until her bare, glistening pussy came into view, quivering ever so slightly. The sight of her, exposed, wet, and waiting, made his breath catch. His eyes continued upward, drinking in the shape of her body—her skin dewy, glowing, still remarkably toned despite the age she carried.

Kiana smiled down at him—looking.

"Since you’re already bare..." she said playfully, her voice low.

"Shower first?"

Liend could only stare for a second—dazed, as he swallowed—hard.

"Y... Yeah," he managed.

Kiana’s smile deepened.

She reached out her hand to him—open, inviting.

"Stand up."

Liend nodded, choosing not to take her hand as he rose to his feet on his own.

Kiana smiled.

"Good boy," her voice soft but approving—pleased to see him composed, even after everything. Naked, flushed, and still under the pill’s influence... and yet he was listening. Holding back. Obeying.

It was working.

She turned and slid open the translucent door.

"Enter," she mouthed with a slight tilt of her head.

Together, they stepped inside. The door shut behind them, sealing them into the bathing area.

"The water should be warm," Kiana murmured inside.

"Just turn the other tap."

Liend looked around. Her bathroom was... a little different from his—sleeker. He reached for one, twisting it open.

A sudden splash of cold water hit the tiles.

"Ah!" Kiana gasped, stepping back quickly.

"That’s the wrong one."

"Oh—sorry," Liend said quickly, turning it off.

"My bad."

Liend adjusted the second tap, turning it carefully. Warm water burst out at first—fast, loud—splashing across the floor.

"We’ll have to clean ourselves first," Kiana said gently.

"A little slower would be better."

Liend gave a small nod, his fingers easing the tap back until the stream softened, a gentle wash of warmth flowing steadily.

"That’s it," Kiana smiled.

"Perfect."

She gestured toward the shelf.

"Now... pick up that body wash."

Her tone lightened, a teasing lilt slipping in as she added,

"You’ll be scrubbing Mom tonight."

Liend stood for a second, unsure.

"A-Alright..." he murmured, his restraint slipping already—those words alone shaking something loose inside him.

He picked up the bottle, stepping toward her. The shower rained softly over Kiana’s glistening skin, water tracing down her body in smooth lines, steam curling around them.

Just as he neared her, she raised a hand—halting him.

"But..." she said softly, looking at him, breath warm, shoulders relaxed beneath the downpour. Then she continued—

"No touching... the pink part," Kiana said, her voice—laced with both heat and playfulness.

Liend swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Alright..."

"Good," Kiana replied with a smile, turning to face him fully now—her body glistening beneath the gentle stream of warm water.

"Start."

Liend stepped forward, careful and focused. He set the shampoo bottle down beside them, then poured a small amount into his palm—cupping it.

Kiana extended her arms slightly, presenting them.

"You can... start with these," her tone teasing, yet inviting.

Liend moved closer, lathering his hands before bringing them gently to her skin. He placed them over her forearms first—fingers firm—as he began to spread the solution. His palms worked slowly, moving up her arms with quiet focus.

Kiana exhaled, the warmth of his touch traveling further than his hands reached. Her eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing beneath the rhythm of his movement.

"You know..." she murmured, her voice softening as sensation began to take hold.

"The scrubber’s right there,"

Liend paused, scanning the area. He turned to look, spotting it near the edge of the shelf, and started to pull his hand away.

But before he could move, Kiana’s soapy fingers slid over his—gripping gently through the warm lather.

"Mm-mm," she smiled, eyes still closed.

"Mommy likes this more."

Her smirk deepened as Liend blinked, caught off-guard by the softness of her hold.

"So why...?" he asked, uncertain. "Why mention the scrubber then?"

"Oh, just..." Kiana began, her voice languid, teasing—

"...letting you know."

A pause.

"In case you ever have to scrub Mommy again," she added—voice heavy with suggestion.

The corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk that wasn’t just playful.

Liend looked at her—entranced, unsure how to respond—as his hands continued to move over her slick skin, rubbing slowly, under the stream of water. Her scent, her warmth, her words—all of it wrapped around him like a fog, thick and sweet.

"How much longer...?" Kiana asked, her voice soft, eyes half-lidded as Liend continued rubbing her down.

"The arms are already done, Liend," she added, tone sharpening slightly.

"You need to hurry up."

She tilted her head, smirking as her gaze dipped down—toward his trembling, jerking cock, twitching with visible frustration.

"Or do you want Mommy to go to sleep after this?" she murmured.

Then her eyes lifted—locking back onto his with quiet challenge.

"Without doing it?" she added, the tease in her voice unmistakable.

Liend’s breath caught. His hands moving.

"That’s right," Kiana whispered, watching him.

He gripped her waist, and Kiana exhaled softly—feeling the shift in his energy.

"You need to be faster... if you want to get in Mommy."

Her voice trailed off, just as Liend’s hands moved lower, sliding around her waist and up toward her chest.

His palms rose—cupping the underside of her breasts, full and soft, molding perfectly to his touch. Kiana inhaled but didn’t stop him—her eyes lifted to meet his, calm and in control, even as her body responded.

Then, gently—firmly—she reminded him:

"Liend," she said gently.

He looked up, mid-rub.

"No touching..." she reminded, her voice dipping lower, more intimate.

"...the pink part."

Liend swallowed hard, the heat in his chest rising again—

"Alright..."