~*MIA*~

Chase started moving his cock slowly, his hips rolling forward as it slid between my breasts in a long, deliberate stroke.

I watched the head disappear into the soft flesh I had pressed together, only to reappear on the other side.

Slowly, he pulled back, dragging his cock against my skin, and I felt every ridge, every vein.

Then he thrust in again at that same unhurried pace, and I pressed my breasts tighter around his cock.

My fingers dug into the sides of my breasts, holding them together, creating more pressure as his breathing grew heavier above me.

“Damn… Mia,” he muttered.

He thrust again, and then again,...