Pudica's n*****s poked through her damp blouse right by Oliver's face. She was wearing a bra, but there wasn't much padding in it. He leered with his hands buried in the back of her thighs, wishing he could hook an index finger through the bottom of her panties, and enshroud himself inside her.
"I thought you'd slap me or bite me by now," he said after a long stare. He licked his upper lip, hoping his words came true.
Pudica's lips turned into a dot. Her nostrils widened. Her palm swept sharply onto his cheek.
Oliver's head rotated some degrees. It stung so good he began heaving. His forehead dropped on her breasts. His fingers moved farther between her thighs, gripping at them. The frustration by his inability to do more, poisoned his veins as his body begged to take her sa
