He spoke low, urgent words in her ear. "Sweetheart, don't keep anything back from me, I'm greedy. I want everything you're willing to give me."
"I…" she started again. "Peach? I don't know. I never thought about it."
"Are they very sensitive right now?"
She swallowed. "Yes."
"So tell me what feels good."
"Please, Asher, I can't." Kimberly said.
"Of course you can." he said."So what would you like me to do to those pretty peach n*****s? Circle each of them with one finger? Would that make them harder? Tighter? Needier?"
She answered with a little moan.
"Now that they're harder, do you want me to take them between my thumbs and fingers? Pull on them? Squeeze? How hard should I squeeze?"
"Some…" she managed to say.
"Do it for me." he said.
She couldn't help herself now. Wedging t
