She held a tit, and leaning offered it. “Revenge sweetie?”
I took the offering, tentatively nibbling, her flesh smooth, firm. That orb resisted my tongue, the skin cool, the boob delightfully rounded.
Then Saskia slapped me. A hard left to my right cheek and growled. “That’s not a bite stupid.”
Yes, I bit. And I bit f*****g hard. There may have been a blink, but her starched smile didn’t alter, didn’t offer a single f*****g clue.
My dress fell to her offensive, buttons flying in all directions as she ripped it apart. With her fighting for the right sleeve, I grabbed her breast with my left hand, feeling the tightness, the firmness, her shape the epitome of the Bettie Page look. My sap was rising.
I let her yank the dress top down, or what was left of it. I swear had she had scissors s
