-Lap Pillow.
Though its literal meaning might not sound particularly special, it was undoubtedly a special technique with a long tradition. For it to stand out among a host of more explicit acts, it naturally had its own unique merits.
The softness of thighs was like a light feather brushing between your fingers, or soft silk flowing across your palm. When you touched them gently, you could feel their soft, springy texture, as though, in that instant, the boundary between you and those thighs had vanished, leaving you free to touch and feel them. That wondrous interplay of softness and elasticity was something no other part of the body could offer.
Full, fleshy thighs were absolutely top-tier, both in visual impact and in sensation.
Imagine how, when a girl walked, the curves of her thighs swayed gently with her steps. It was one of the most direct ways to feel the vitality of life. When she sat down to rest, their softness forced them to conform to the chair, leaving slight indentations, as though they existed to be embraced. When she raised a leg, those thighs had not an ounce of flab, yet still conveyed the ultimate sense of fullness... whatever state they were in, there was no doubt that full, fleshy thighs were a gift from heaven.
So anyone who couldn't appreciate the beauty of thighs had a defective appreciation of life! (An outrageous claim.)
Of course, all of this depended on Miss Chelsea's thighs actually being perfect.
At least, Jonas felt his entire body slip into a state of utter relaxation the instant he lay down.
"I'm so tired. I feel like I could lie on your thighs forever, Miss Chelsea."
Jonas spoke with a wistful sigh.
"Of course you can."
Chelsea blinked, gently stroking his hair as