Chapter 36

Olga moved to him. She sat down next to him, leaned back against his powerful chest and almost groaned with pleasure.

- Well, how! Glory! I won't get out, and my tail will grow.

- Fishy? he chuckled.

His palm slid into the hollow between her buttocks, checking for the presence or absence of a tail. Olga groaned. Zimin touched her waist, pressing her against him. With the other hand, he paid tribute to his chest, slippery from the foam. Her nipples tensed and hardened at his touch. Looks like he got excited again.

If she doesn't stop, fuck her right there. And she does not seem to...