My gaze traveled from her hand holding mine, up her arm to her shoulder, then inevitably back down to those perfect pointy peaks with a strange kind of nipples, straining on closer look.
I could kind of guess with my perverted instinct that she got those ultra big nipples unnecessarily ugly, as mentioned in mangas... however, I can't judge without looking at them bare, can I?
Each step made it bounce just slightly, and I could feel my cock throbbing again, demanding attention.
I followed Sylvea through the village, her hand still gripping mine with that surprising strength. The wooden structures blended seamlessly with the massive trees, rope bridges connecting platforms overhead like some fantasy treehouse city.
But what caught my attention wasn't the architecture.
It was the people.
Or rather, the lack thereof.
Old women paused their activities to stare at me, their wrinkled faces etched with surprise and suspicion.
