“Shall I keep on my lace or f**k you naked?” she inquired.
“Oh, I want your skin.”
A devious smirk lit her face, and her eyes glowed almost black, having darkened measurably in the darkened room. Falling free, her t**s seemed to grow in size before his eyes. Pressing them to his face, the passion of her passed through him in an hypnotic wave—like being drugged—like being reminded of the best s*x of his life between Bella’s legs. He wanted them both, but would be content with having just this slutty substitute to make him happy. For as long as this sweet-smelling tart was willing to have him lighting up his organ in her brothel bed, he’d cozy up to her luscious embrace, and taste with c**k and mouth the portal between her thighs.
“Why, Daniel,” she finally said, pulling her breasts from
