Control is the name of the game.
Shit. She tasted of vanilla and lemons,
and he couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned as he bit down on her nipple then
soothed the pain with his tongue. He did that a couple of times then pulled
away, intending to give the other breast the same attention. She whimpered.
“Sir,
please,” she begged, offering the other breast.
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