Holding her breasts like his hands were the scales of justice, he bent down and traced his warm tongue in circles around one n****e. Then the other.
Kat buried her hands under the balls, trying to press her palms into the floor to keep from collapsing. Why was this so difficult? Balls kept getting under her hands, making her unsteady. She feared falling, but she refused to ask Edson to stop until she’d found her footing, as it were. She struggled and struggled, and lost the battle of the balls. She slipped and slid and her back met the balls and Edson came tumbling after.
She felt like Ophelia sinking into a river of balls while Edson hovered over her, suckling her breasts. His mouth felt so good. She couldn’t believe how good. She stared at his worshipful face as balls covered h
