James
James kissed her forehead as Mia gazed at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.
“You’re so mean today, James,” she said softly.
“Seeing you so responsive brings out the aggressiveness in me,” he said tenderly as he unzipped her dress in the back. He pulled the material down her shoulders to her waist, exposing her naked body to the cool night air.
James’ eyes immediately flew to Mia’s fully aroused breasts. He licked his lips at the thought of torturing those rosy, pink buds, now beautifully flourished and hard like newly polished marbles, ready for play.
His hand eagerly cupped one and began to manipulate the sensitive flesh, squeezing the breast hard in his hand, torturing it until it became almost unbearably painful for Mia.
“James…” Mia groaned. “Please…it’s sore.”
