Tracy
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John slinked his hand to my back, and like he had done a thousand times, he unhooked my bra.
A sense of relief washed over me as I felt my breasts free from the cups.
John didn’t say anything. Bless God for that, or he might have ruined my imagination.
He lowered his head, bringing his mouth to my n*****s, and then slowly sucked on them.
My throat tightened, a shiver jolting to my p***y that felt abandoned as John kept focusing on my breasts.
He dragged his tongue over my n*****s, and I thrust out my chest, pressing my t**s against his face.
It felt so good. I couldn’t believe this annoying bastard was this good at sucking breasts.
My left hand moved to the back of his head, my fingers tangling with his strands of hair.
“Ahh. Ahhh. Shhh,” I moaned out, “that feels nic
