A soft sound is forced out of me.
Rendered powerless, I grip the table, my back arching when he steps away to take more pictures.
I must be out of my mind because I sit there, throbbing beyond my control as I’m photographed with my boobs out—n*****s and everything.
Did I bring this upon myself?
He tosses his phone aside, comes to stand between my legs, and puts his mouth to work.
Moaning, I grip his shirt, pulling him as my back is put against the table.
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Alexander’s POV
What is this rapid change?
Sophia, standing before me in a coat while turning all red. Underneath the coat, she wears a baby pink shirt that is see-through. And that’s not all—her bra is sheer in the same color, tastefully holding her fullness, with only a small flower pattern covering her teats; there’s b
