Carl let go of Violet as she sank onto the bed from his arms. She may have been wearing the simplest of pajamas, but that didn't keep Carl from becoming rock hard just by looking at her.
The outfit she wore was an old one and one of her favorites, but she filled it out well. It clung to her curves and her n*****s poked through the thin fabric of her top, making him want to bite and nip at her pebbled peaks through the thin material.
And he did just that. He couldn't seem to help it. His mouth latched onto one of her tips and sucked through the soft cotton before pulling back and watching the wet material cling to the shape of her erect nubs.
Carl captured the other one, determined to have a matching set. He groaned when he pulled back to look at her, the material over her t**s adhering
