She could feel his warm mouth on her breast, licking her areola, but deliberately avoiding her n*pple. The tip of his tongue swirled around it, but he incessantly refused to take it into his mouth, despite knowing that her hardened peak craved to be inside his mouth. His free hand was fondling her other breast, memorizing her shape and softness against his callused palm. And although she could feel the hardened skin of his palm as he groped her breast, it only intensified her arousal.
His roughness screamed of masculinity.
While her mouth and hand were busy pleasuring her breasts, the south region of his body that had fully erected kept on rubbing against the softness between her thighs. His c*ck felt so hot like a huge rod from the burning fire. A few times, she thought he would shove i
