Ethan
I took a shaky breath, eyes locked on the deep valley of her cleavage. My hands were still gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
“I… I want to squeeze your t**s,” I whispered, the words feeling foreign and filthy on my tongue. “I want to pull your blouse down and see them bare. Kiss them… lick them… suck on your n*****s until you moan my name. I keep imagining how heavy they’d feel in my hands… how they’d bounce if I… if I f****d them.”
Elara let out a soft, throaty laugh that sent electricity straight to my c**k. “Mmm, there’s the hunger. Good boy. That kind of honesty makes a woman’s p***y wet. Feel.”
She took my right hand from her hip and slowly guided it upward, placing it directly over her left breast. The soft, heavy weight filled my palm even through her
