Chapter Eight
Drawing the tit deep into her mouth, she gazed up at me, puckered her lips and began to suckle. My fingers tightened in her hair, my back arching to move the n****e further between her parted lips. Colleen eagerly accepted my offering. One hand kneaded the breast as her tongue lapped at the erect tip. “Fuck.. fuck... fuck... f**k!” I panted. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me again.”
She left my breast for a moment to bat her eyelashes at me and say with Shirley Temple innocence, “I can stop if you want me to.”
My only response was a lustful growl as I pulled her back to my tit... just where I needed her to be. She laughed with her mouth full of my breast. If possible, my n*****s felt harder, tighter than before, declaring my growing excitement. The sensations radiat
