Medora
I could feel him beneath me, his hardness pressed firmly against my core. The sensation was startling and exhilarating, a forbidden thrill I never thought I'd allow myself to experience. His hands found the straps of my bikini, his touch deliberate yet hesitant, as though seeking permission. Slowly, he pulled them free, exposing my breasts to his gaze.
A low groan escaped his lips as his hands cupped me, his thumbs brushing over my pink sensitive n*****s. My breath hitched, desire pooling low in my belly as he leaned forward, capturing one peak with his mouth. His tongue flicked against me, sending sharp waves of heat through my body.
"Clyde," I whispered, my voice trembling with need as my back arched of its own accord.
His free hand teased the other n****e, his touch making me
