"Holyyyy..." He muttered when the straps finally fell, taking the entire top of my dress with it, my b-cups bouncing free. Now, I breastfed Connor, they're no longer the perfect, perky things they may have been once, and my n*****s had darkened in a way I was self conscious about...but the look in my brother's eyes when he saw my t**s was delightful. I felt sexy.
And then he was sucking on them. "Holy f**k!" I yelped. I had lost some sensitivity during breastfeeding, and hadn't exactly explored that since Jeffrey died. Apparently the sensitivity was back in full force, and it was combining with the heat that Rich's body poured into me. "Ungghhhhh," I moaned, whorish and dirty as my brother feasted on my breasts. His huge hands squeezed one breast each--usually they were handfuls but not f
