I’m a prisoner to Beau’s given pleasures. By now, I’ve lost track of where my shirt and bra have landed. Beau made short work of them, and I suspect they’ve fluttered down over the ledge and to the ground. I’m going to be pissed about that later, but for now, all I can focus on is the onslaught of pleasure his mouth and hands are giving me, by lapping and caressing my breasts.
My n*****s are so hard, they are aching. Beau keeps switching from one to the other, giving both equal attention. Whichever one he isn’t sucking or licking, he gives attention with his fingers and his hand.
I can do nothing but lie there and feel, and it’s driving me made. My body is trembling. From my mouth are an utterance of small gasps and moans. Everything he does feels so good, I can barely stand it. Yet stil
