Lara’s mouth felt like heaven on my breast. She kept sucking, switching from one n****e to the other like she couldn’t decide which she loved more. I lay back against the pillows, my body trembling every time she pulled hard. The wet heat of her tongue, the gentle scrape of her teeth, the way she moaned against my skin—it was driving me crazy.
“More,” I whispered, my voice husky. My fingers stayed tangled in her braids, guiding her but not forcing. I didn’t need to. She was hungry for this.
She lifted her head just enough to look at me. Her lips were glossy, eyes dark with lust. “I want all of you, Mia. These perfect t**s… I can’t stop.” Then she dove back down, taking my right breast deep into her mouth. She sucked strongly, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to fit as much as possible.
