Raven.
I fight the urge to cover myself. I study the man in front of me, I know that I am drawn to his confidence. I am drawn to his fire and craziness no matter how much I tell myself otherwise.
He watches as my breasts rises and falls with each breath, my n*****s prominent in their exposure. His eyes continues down my body to the soft curls that I am sure are glistening with my own desire. "Amazing." He whispers, "I've never been crazy about breasts, but god! Raven, yours are…" He trails off, searching for a word, even as he cups each globe reverently.
Then, he takes a n****e in his mouth and I cry out, my hands instinctively sinking into his hair to tug him closer, back arching off the bed for more. I let out another moan as his fingers cups my wet heat, his fingers playing with her
