Finn’s Stance

I cupped her breasts in my hands, marveling at how perfectly they fit, made just for my hands. I gently squeezed and kissed her neck, feeling her body tremble with pleasure.

Her breathing deepened, a sign that she was enjoying my touch. I kissed her lips softly and whispered in her ear, “I want you.”

Taking her nipples between my fingers, I gave her a slight pinch, knowing she enjoyed the combination of pain and pleasure.

She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that wanted to escape, but I couldn’t resist.

I craved hearing her moans; it brought me pleasure. I tweaked her...