Mateo.

My hand is filled with the curve of her bare breast, and we both make an ecstatic noise. I toy with her nipple’s hard drip, admiring the way her eyelashes flicker as her lips split.

Her head tilts to the side as she arches into my touch. I kiss my way down to her neck, gripping and pulling on her cherry tit. As I lift my hand to her other breast, my lips trace her collarbone, and her body trembles. I savor the flavor of her as I brush a light kiss on her skin. She murmurs, arching her back in anticipation of more.

She whines and wiggles, her...