Chapter 17 Your Mouth Is Made To Please Men

• He laid me back on the bed and his eyes went to my breasts. I patiently waited for a frown to mar his face, but nothing of that sort happened. His eyes got so golden, it took my breath away.
• “Perfect,” he pressed my breasts with his large hands, fondling it like one would do a squishy toy. “Your breasts are perfect for my hands,” he leaned down to kiss it, slowly swirling his tongue around my nipples.
• “Fuck!” I cried out, arching my back as my pussy got wetter. I clenched it, feeling the start of an uncomfortable feeling down there. The urge to touch myself there was too much for me to ignore.