Sarah trusted Adam's hands to keep her sitting up as she let go of his shoulders and pulled off her shirt, pulling her bra with it, revealing breasts that have been roughly kneaded and pleasured by the man in front of her.
He didn't even wait for her to dispose of the shirt before he dove in between her breasts, tasting the skin, licking, biting, sucking. The shirt dropped unnoticed from her hands as she clutched automatically at his head. His fingers were still playing outside her opening.
And then he slipped a finger in. She cried out, her back arching almost unnaturally, her fingers tangled in his hair.
He chuckled against her skin, her breast. His scalp was stinging from her tugs. God, she was so damn responsive. |
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