He licks in lips in savage anticipation as his eyes settle on those fully erect, jutting n*****s that looked to be as hard as a pair of freshly minted pencil erasers standing out proudly from the dark tangerine tips of her areolas.
Again he smacks his lips as he dreams of what it must be like to once again roll his tongue over those elegant, stately n*****s of hers sucking them deeply in his mouth.
"Well what does my baby think of his mother's t**s? Should I be worried honey?" Her voice is gentle and soothing like a quiet summer rain. She bats her long, languid eyelashes at him. In the semi-darkness of the office her tumbles of russet brown hair seem to shine with unearthly beauty.
He barely notices her honeyed voice, or her batting those languorous eyelashes at him over her lovely waln
