*Isabella*
Chet and I are far enough away from the wagon party that they ain’t able to hear us, but we don’t wanna alert any potential enemies to our hidin’ place.
“I will try to be quiet,” I say through the mind-link. With a sly smile, I add, “But no promises.”
With his palm cradlin’ my head, Chet lies me on my back in the lush moss beneath the trees. He unlaces the bodice of my dress, and my breasts spring forward into the cool night air. As soon as they are uncovered, both of them are enveloped again by Chet’s enormous hands.
“You are so beautiful,” he praises me through the mind-link, attemptin’ to be as quiet as possible.
As he continues to worship my breasts with his lips and tongue, Chet’s hands roam down to the hem of my dress, liftin’ it to above my waist. He licks and suck
