My Milf System

Asher gently eased Valerie’s head against the tub wall, her hair damp and clinging to her cheeks. The water rippled softly around them as he began to undress, starting with his shirt. Through the corner of her eye, Valerie stole a hesitant glance, unsure of what to expect.

The moment he pulled his shirt off, her eyes widened slightly. He didn’t look like much with clothes on, but bare-chested, he looked like a warrior — lean, defined, and hardened like someone who’d undergone years of disciplined training. A quiet gasp slipped past her lips.

Then came the trousers. Asher slid them down, revealing his toned thighs and leaving only his underwear. Her breath hitched audibly. The outline in the fabric — that thick, prominent print — made her gulp. So that’s what made the other girl he’d been having sex with earlier moan and scream like that? The size was intimidating.

This was only the second time she’d ever seen a man this intimately. A part of her was curious... eager even. But another part trembled with nerves.

Asher didn’t remove his underwear just yet. This wasn’t about sex — not completely. There was purpose behind his touch. He was treating her. Like a doctor... just one with very unconventional methods.

He sat on the rim of the tub, eyes meeting hers. "Shall we begin?"

She gave a soft nod.

"Alright," he murmured. "We’ll start by getting you warmed up. You’ll need to be very wet if we’re going to avoid any pain. Your walls might have blisters, and we don’t want to aggravate that."

She nodded again, more firmly this time.

Activating his Sexual Profile skill, Asher’s vision flickered with new data — a list of her most sensitive Erogenous Zones: her nipples... her G-spot...her labia minora (pussy inner lips)...and, to his mild surprise, her feet and toes. A foot fetish — not the most common, but certainly not the rarest.

Interesting. Unique, even. He didn’t meet women like this often.