Hestia approached me with a towel ed around her body. She touched my bad gently pushed me closer to the bathtub. "Get in, I'll join you," she said.

  "But I haven't washed myself yet. 't you do it for me?"

  "Are you kidding? I'd die of embarrassment!"

  "e on, there's o be shy." I turo face Hestia and gnced down. Her breasts were almost spilling out of the towel. She quickly covered them with her arms.

  "Stop staring at me like that," she said.

  "Alright, here."

  I handed her a sponge and some soap and poured water over my body. Hestia held the sponge and soap, unsure of what to do. I sat down on a stool ihroom and waited for her.

  Hestia, looking nervous, slowly brought the soap to my back.

  "You do it harder; there's o be gentle," I told her.

  "I'll do it my way. Just stay quiet."

  "Sure, sure, whatever you say."

  Hestia rubbed the soap over my bad ed me with her hands instead of the sponge. Her hands glided over my back, armpits, and arms, avoiding other parts of my body.

  "You touch here too if you want."

  Notig her hesitation to touch other parts of my body, I took her hands and guided them to my chest. The soap made her hands slide smoothly ay skin.

  "Hey, wait, you don't o do that. Let go."

  "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

  Hestia moved closer as I held her hands, almost hugging me from behind. The towel c her body started to rub against my back.

  If we kept going like this, her towel would fall, aia realized it.

  "Hey, let go! The towel's going to fall. Hey!!" Hestia excimed, but I didn't release her.

  I rubbed her soft hands over my chest and stomach.

  "Luan, please."

  "What's the matter? Don't you like toug me?" I teased.

  Hestia's hands were slowly moving lower. It wouldn't be long before I guided them to my thighs, which made her a bit nervous.

  "I want to fix my towel—it's slipping."

  "Why do you care so much? I've seen you naked before. It's no big deal."

  "But—"

  Before she could finish, the towel slipped off. When it did, Hestia pressed herself against me, trying to hold the towel between her breasts and my back, but it was too te.

  Her soft breasts were now directly pressed against my back.

  That's when I noticed her nipples were hard. She was getting aroused just from toug my body.

  "Urghh…" Hestia gripped my hands tighter and buried her fa my neck, clearly embarrassed.

  But then, I felt her wet lips brush against my neck.

  "You're su idiot," she said.

  "Why?"

  "You're making me rub your body."

  "I thought you came here to do that."

  "I wao do it by myself."

  "Alright, I'll let go. You do whatever you want." I released her hands, but she stayed pressed against my back.

  "Well, now that we're like this…" Hestia whispered in my ear. Then, she started slowly rubbing her rge, soft breasts against my back.

  Sihe towel had wiped away the soap, her breasts weren't sliding easily anymore. So Hestia grabbed more soap and thered up her breasts. She massaged them before pressing them against my back again.

  Wheouched me, her breasts were warm despite the soap and cold water. Hestia's heartbeat was rag so fast I could feel it, even through her big boobs.

  "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

  "I wanted you to use the sponge, but this is better."

  "If you keep saying things like that, I'll stop!!"

  "I'm just kidding, keep going. This feels great."

  "Hmph!"

  Hestia tinued rubbing her breasts against my back while her soapy hands explored my chest and stomach. She did this for several minutes befathering the ce to be even bolder.

  Her hands slowly reached for my thighs.

  But because she was so small, she couldn't quite reach easily.

  Then she decided to leave my bad go in front of me.

  My cock hadn't been washed yet and wasn't covered in soap. With her hands full of soap, Hestia grasped my cod began rubbing it with both hands.

  She focused her eyes on the lower part of my body and avoided making eye tact with me.

  It's cute how she avoids my eyes out of embarrassment but keeps moving her hands to my cock.

  "How is it?" Hestia asked.

  "It's good. Focus more oip."

  "Here?" Hestia started rubbing her hands over the head of my cock. Wheiced I was reag more, she focused her movements there.

  "How does it feel?" she asked.

  "It's amazing, but don't you have other pces to ?"

  "Do you wao stop this and wash the other parts of your body?"

  "Of course not."

  "Then I'll keep going. And don't say anything else. I o trate."

  "..."

  What did she mean by "trate"? I had no idea. But soon after, she moved one of her hands between her legs. Hestia started toug her pussy with one hand while rubbing my cock with the other.

  Hestia spshed water on my cod her hands but tio touch my cod her pussy. This has turned into masturbation. It is not a bath anymore.

  But I'm not pining.

  "Mmm~~ Hmmm~~ Aaa~~"

  Soft moans began esg Hestia's lips. She was mainly fog on the head of my cock while pleasuring herself. Judging by her expression, she is enjoying it more than I am.

  But she must satisfy herself. That's why I didn't say anything and just watched her silently as she had fun.

  Later, it would be my turn to enjoy it.

  ParodyGirl