"Oh, oh goddess, YES!"
Grace curled her fingers just the way Diana had taught her, and the woman beneath her practically convulsed. Two hours since her session with Lina, and here she was, knuckle-deep in a baker named Marta, a woman with tits big enough to make even Mara look flat-chested.
And Grace was stunned at one particular thought:
[This is... actually getting easier.]
Not just from a physical or technical perspective. But, rather, it was becoming less embarrassing.
Grace watched Marta's face as she came, the way her eyes rolled back and her mouth formed a perfect O.
... There was some fun in this, Grace realized. Making someone else lose control while staying perfectly in command.
Marta's giant boobs heaved as she gasped for air, her whole body twitching.
"That was... incredible," she panted. She looked up at Grace like she'd just seen the face of Eternia herself (which, in a certain way, she was). "Do all angels know how to do that?"
