She whimpered softly, and I pushed my thumb deeper into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, watching her throat bob as she tried to breathe through her nose, milk still trickling down her bare chest like she was offering herself to be worshipped.
“Now imagine that’s my c**k,” I said, slow and filthy, my voice dragging heat across her skin. “Heavy on your tongue. Thick in your throat. Your jaw aching from how wide you’re holding it for me.
“Your eyes full of tears because I won’t let you stop. My hand in your hair. My hips grinding forward while you choke for air, and I say good girl through every thrust.”
She moaned around my thumb.
I pulled it out slowly, trailing a string of spit from her lip, and used it to draw a wet line down the center of her chest, between her t**s, over th
