Domina and Livia plucked leaves from the Sapoa Tree, then hopped lightly across the riverbank—careful not to spill the sticky sap.
Nathan followed suit, grabbing a leaf of his own and jumping after them.
The two girls set their Sapoa leaves down near the water's edge. Without hesitation, they peeled off the thin fabrics barely covering their breasts and asses.
Nathan swallowed hard. This time, the view was completely unobstructed. Not a scrap of cloth in sight.
Their glistening brown skin shimmered under the sunlight, and Nathan's face flushed as he felt his cock twitch, growing even stiffer.
Domina was the first to step into the river, her long legs slicing through the water with a trained, graceful motion. Livia followed close behind, soft ripples trailing up their thighs as they moved deeper—slow, unhurried, like they were performing some kind of ancient bathing ritual.
Nathan stood frozen. Every muscle in his body locked up. His eyes were wide open, completely entranced.
The two women lowered themselves into the water, crouching until the cool river touched every inch of their skin. They dipped beneath the surface, then rose again—wet, gleaming, their slicked-back hair clinging to their napes, with droplets gliding down their curves like strands of liquid diamonds.
Domina's breasts bounced softly as she stood tall, water trickling down from her dark nipples. Her flat stomach shimmered under the sunlight, every defined line looking like it had been carved by hand. Livia tilted her head back, her full ass arching slightly as she wrung the water from her hair. The sunlight caught her body perfectly, highlighting the gentle curve of her hips and the firmness of her thighs.
Without a word, they reached for the Sapoa leaves.
They tilted the leaves gently, letting the blood-red sap ooze into their palms—thick, glistening, like some kind of natural body wash. Domina spread the gel across her collarbone, then dragged it down over the slope of her breasts, massaging in slow, circular motions. Her fingers slipped between the curves, tracing lower… teasing along the line of her stomach.
Livia rubbed the sap along the insides of her thighs, the slick gel coating her skin as she let out a soft moan from the cooling sensation. She glided her hands over her ass, fingers caressing the smooth, toned flesh like she was worshipping her own body.
Livia glanced over her shoulder as she rinsed her arms, water trickling gently down the curves of her body, still slick with the remnants of Sapoa gel. Her eyes sparkled playfully as they landed on Nathan—or more specifically, the very noticeable bulge beneath his thin shorts.
"Hey…" she said, voice soft yet teasing, "you're just gonna stand there and watch?"
Nathan froze. His heart pounded like a fire alarm gone haywire.
Livia took slow steps toward the riverbank, her body half-submerged, breasts swaying softly with each motion. She crouched slightly, leaning forward—forcing Nathan's gaze straight into the line of her cleavage, where droplets of water glided between them.
"Now it's my turn to… shake that thing," she whispered with a grin.
Her eyes trailed downward, zeroing in on his rock-hard erection. His pants were doing a terrible job at hiding it—his cock was practically begging to be released from its cage.
Nathan didn't say a word. His throat was dry. He felt like a kernel of popcorn about to explode in a microwave.
Livia didn't wait for a reply. She stood up again, twisting her body slowly—putting her wet, round ass on full display—then slipped back into the water.
"Hurry up…" she called, glancing at him from over her shoulder. "My hands are already slippery…"
Domina giggled in the distance, splashing water onto herself like some cursed river goddess playing with her own reflection.
Nathan stared at the Sapoa leaf in his hand. He set it down on the ground, then unbuttoned his shorts and folded them neatly before placing them a safe distance from the water's edge.
As he walked toward the river, his cock bobbed heavily with every step—stiff, pulsing, and ready for whatever came next.
He slowly stepped down into the river.
It's not like I'm weak or being dominated by a woman... No, no. I'm just letting her dominate me. That's right. I'm allowing it. Voluntarily. Like a gentleman. Hmm.
Satisfied with his new found copium, Nathan splashed water onto himself. The river only reached up to his thighs, so all it took was a light squat—and just like that, his whole body was drenched.
He stood up. "Ehh…?"
His head bumped into something soft… and squishy.
"Ehm…"
Livia was behind him—her bare breasts gently pressing against the back of his head. She was smiling.
Nathan froze, awkwardness crawling up his spine. He glanced around, then down.
"…Wait, where's my Sapoa leaf?"
As if on cue, Livia's chest pushed tighter against his back. One of her hands slid into view… holding his Sapoa leaf.
Her body, still slick with foam, made every touch feel like sliding skin-on-skin silk. The sensation was unreal.
Nathan stood still as Livia calmly poured the blood-red sap into her left palm… then began smearing it across his chest.
Again.
And again.
Each motion was slow, methodical—like she was savoring it.
"H-Hey… wait, I can wash myse—"
But before he could finish, Livia's arms slipped fully around his waist.
"Because I'm going to stroke…" she whispered close to his ear.
Her right hand slid down—and grabbed his cock.
"…this." she grinned.
"I'll bathe you while I do it… ehehe~" she giggled, her left hand rubbing slow circles across Nathan's chest while her right began to pump his shaft, slick with sap.
Nathan's breath hitched.
"Eumm…" he groaned, low and shaky.
His body was on fire. Every stroke sent sparks through his spine, the contrast between her soft breasts pressing from behind and her hand working below overwhelming every sense he had.