For a while, Milan's hands were busy, sometimes moving to the right, sometimes to the left, and sometimes in the middle... from top to bottom... While doing all this, Milan's waist and upper body were shaking completely. A storm was brewing inside him, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was like a tidal wave rising in the ocean, each wave higher than the last.

A curiosity was growing in his mind... the oil had a different reaction on every part of his body... he wanted to know its true use. He wanted to use it on Sania's most intimate area. He continuously caressed his buttocks and himself was bending down at the waist and then straightening up again.