Iryna leaned back with a contented sigh as my tongue swirled around her breast. I worked from outside to in, finally circling the pebbled skin of her light pink areola.

She pushed her chest up, seeking more contact, but I pulled ever so slightly away, blowing air over the nipple. "Oh, Carrie, bud laska"

"What?"

"Carrie, please." Her back arced of the sofa at a light flick of my tongue. She whimpered once, and I relented, sucking her left breast as fully into my mouth as possible. Iryna cried out as I bathed the tip with my tongue, alternately flicking and caressing, with an occasional nibble thrown in. I moved...