"I did," Veronica said.
"You are my friend."
"I am."
"And you SET me up—"
PAH PAH.
"AAAHN~!! NNGH~!!"
"Don't you like his cock?" Veronica asked.
Her tone was direct and warm, the kind of question that already knew the answer based on how both of them were positioned right now.
Frau Müller's eyes went wide.
PAH.
"HIIEEK~!! — you both — you are DIRTY — you are absolutely—"
His hand moved.
It slid downward with clear purpose, finding its way between their pressed bodies and navigating the warm, close space of skin against skin until it reached the full, heavy weight of her left breast. He closed his hand around it with the confident grip of someone returning to familiar territory.
He kneaded it.
His fingers and palm worked together fully, the thick warm flesh yielding and moving under the pressure, the heavy weight of her breast shifting in his hand with every motion.
"NMPH~—"
He found the nipple.
