Delilah Goodman's skin was already delicate, with water droplets clinging to it.
The feeling of touching it was even smoother.
Dirk Carter began to gently massage from her neck, little by little.
When his hands covered her chest, Delilah Goodman's throat let out a soft moan, and she closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying it.
The softness and elasticity made Dirk Carter unable to stop.
After staying for a while, he began to explore downward.
From her waist with not a trace of excess flesh, down to her peach-like hips.
Delilah Goodman could no longer bear it, snuggling into Dirk Carter's chest, her whole body soft and pliant, as if she had lost consciousness.
"Shall we go to the bed?"
Dirk Carter asked in a low voice.
Delilah Goodman bashfully nodded.
Dirk Carter directly stood up from the bathtub, ignoring the splashing water, picked up Delilah Goodman, carried her into the bedroom, and tossed her onto a warmly decorated round waterbed.
