"Arrh, please... you're killing me with that mouth of yours!" Caroline cried out, her voice a ragged moan that echoed through the vast, quiet bedroom.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her long lashes she gave herself over completely to the sensations Trevor was wreaking upon her body.
Meanwhile, Trevor didn't care about anything else in the world; today, he was determined to do absolute justice to the breasts right in front of him.
They weren't overly large, but to Trevor, they were near perfection—that ideal, slightly-above-medium sized breasts that could make a man lose his mind in an instant.
They were firm, yet yielding, and as he focused on them, his own pulse thundered in his ears.
He suddenly pulled his mouth away from the tip of her nipple, creating a hot, wet plop sound that signaled just how hard he had been working it.
The sound hung in the air, a testament to his greed.
