60 Just Trying To Help

He grabbed the small silver jar and poured some of the oil from inside it into a palm, the aroma of mint and lavender emanating from it. Rubbing his hands together he quickly warmed up the oil before place his hands around one of her thighs where he had seen her rubbing herself reflexively.

She gasped aloud when his warm hands met her flesh before letting out a small moan as he started to massage her sore muscles. Chang felt herself relax and melt under his touch. His long fingers wrapped around her thigh working and kneading the muscles, working their way up and down. When his hands were massaging the muscles on her upper thighs his hands came close to brushing her panties a few times and she would stifle her breathing to keep from gasping. She couldn't stop her body from quivering though.

Liang Jian Amal was watching her reactions as he kneaded his hands on her soft flesh rubbing the oil into her sore muscles. When his hands went higher closer to her forbidden zone she would would catch her breath and shake a little. With his hands he pushed her legs open a little wider and pulled the woman beneath him closer to the edge. Chang was started by his actions and cried out for half a second before he pulled her closer to himself.

Chang dress rode up more due to the sudden unexpected movement. It bunched up on her ribcage right below where it was more fitted and was constricting against her chest. She immediately reached down and tried to pull it down to cover her mostly exposed torso.

"Dont worry about that right now. Is this the spot that hurts worse?" Liang Jian Amal pressed a few fingers on her adductor muscles in her inner thigh to hear her moan. He already knew it would be. Leaving one leg on the bed, he put her other one on his shoulder and began to rub in small circles, occasionally brushing his hands against her pubic area. As he had lifted her leg, he saw a small wet spot on her white panties, enticing him to touch. The man's mouth went dry seeing that, as if he was parched in a desert staring at an oasis. He felt himself burning as he watched her chest rise and fall raggedly with her hitched breathing every time he brushed her sensitive areas. The little spot seemed to be staring at him, challenging him to do more, go further.

'No I am just trying to help her, so she's not saddle sore tomorrow. No.' He tried to tell himself that as he switched to her other leg. He kept his hands moving but his eyes were riveted to her, his mind straying with his eyes.

He pressed his face against her inhaling her sweet scent deeply. He heard her cry out his name vaguely as he brushed his lips on her over the cloth, rumbling appreciatively in the back of his throat, his mind drowning in lust.