Damien was on the last breath of the patience but her uncovered breasts distracted his attention. On one hand, he wants to lash out at her, and on the other, he wants to suckle on her milky mounds like a baby.
Donna was sitting quietly, waiting for what he wants to say. She accepted that he did not like the way she dressed earlier, but now she has done nothing for him to be angry.
She looked at him; sometimes he wants to say, and sometimes he wants to just look like a statue.
“What,” she asked simply.
What?! Does she dare to ask?! He thought.
Did not she give her boobs to the baby to suck? Did not she threaten to share something of mine?
He wanted to give her a mind-full lesson, but his mind was blankly muted to the wiggling feeling. He wanted to touch them himself. He moved closed
