SIREN
His attention is fixed on my chest and it doesn't look as if he's going to move any time soon. I grab his hands, those work-worn callused hands, and place them on my breasts, n*****s poking him. Mr. Parker lets out a low groan, palms covering my ample flesh nicely. He squeezes me. Gentle and hard, alternating, kneading and playing. Giving me some, but nowhere near enough.
"Take it off. I want to feel you on my skin." His voice is deep, almost growling.
I want it too.
Before I can beg, he whips my tank top over my head and his gaze seems to burn when he first sees me topless. Like an addict who had been deprived for far too long and was suddenly offered a fix. He cups my breasts again, fingers rolling and pinching my n*****s.
I moan, pleasure shooting through my body, settling ar
