Slowly those fingers crept on, and Katyusha watched as the woman beneath her trembled in a rare show of submission.
Natalya's eyes closed as if understanding that as well.
Never would the question of what Ivan would think rise to their minds or worse yet be uttered aloud.
Katyusha leaned forward in order to press her lips against the strong yet soft ones beneath her body.
Slowly nearly silently would Natalya's moan fill the room and following it would be the nearly submissive act of Katyusha's, of relaxing against and on top of Natalya.
This was theirs hidden in a chamber that not even Ivan could reach.
